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Still alive. Still graduated. Still arting, bit by doodle by page by stroke by bit.

Tonight -

Krisareth. 4x6" canvas, acrylic. In progress.

Upcoming, dragonboat practice, dragonboat festival, hands falling off, maybe.

Considering research and planning for the future... more than I thought I'd be doing at this stage, but feels too good of a direction to stop lining the path in advance.

I love my girlfriend.

Also, I'm very glad that I live on the top of a slope of even a slight hill, though driving over the river today was somewhat terrifying.

Also to note, my brother and his wife are awesome on the account of getting me this as a souvenir from Cancun. Living awesome.
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Also, the smack of a gavel decreed it earlier this evening. The Athenian Square Table Group is no more. I'm now a member of the New Athenian Knights Eccentric Discourse Group.

Yes, I helped with the name. I'm also in charge of putting a badge together, and the coffee house baristas that put up with us are honorary members.
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Notes to Self

- I wish there was a better way to abbreviate ‘Follow-Up’ as a note in my appointment book.

- This one is an old thought, but no less valid for its consideration – if RuPaul, Iman, and Grace Jones were ever put into a cage deathmatch, reality would most likely explode when forced to decide which one survives.

- I find it ironic that the students that begin appointments by saying, “I’m sorry, I’m probably just wasting your time, I’m just completely new at this” tend to be the most approachable, helpful, and receptive to help.

- One of my dragonboating teammates has suggested a costume theme of 300 for our competition next month. While I pointed out to him that the lifejackets might be a little clashing to the costumes and there would be no way we could maintain unisex uniforms, it would certainly make our friendly rivalry with the university team all that more interesting. Then he suggested boat-jousting with pool noodles.

- Nothing ends a day better than having two appointments in a row where I can make a perfectly balanced full-time schedule for the upcoming year, and the students like me.

- When you see up to ten students a day for two months straight, you come to realize that your own anecdotal post-secondary experiences really never do get old. Then again, I’ve had all of one person point out the books of Ogden Nash poetry on my shelves. Hm.

All in all and weather aside, this was a pretty good day.
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See, I only speak one language. I can swear in a few others, but I know that doesn't quite count. My French classes ended in sixth grade, and my Japanese is severely in need of review.

I stumbled upon this as I settled down after work, and I am fascinated. I don't have any familiarity with the opera of Carmen, save being able to recognize some of the more well-known melodies, and even less familiarity with Xhosa, but it's very well done.

.... and we just got to the first murder of the story, and wow. The entire thing took a slamming turn to the left, in colour palette and in tone, and this is really well done.

Plus, opera sung in Xhosa is stunningly interesting to the ear.

There's something I enjoy very much about seeing stories, operas, and plays being presented in new situations, times, and contexts. I'm trying to put it into words as to why, and I'm having a hell of a time. Stories that survive the transformation of generations, the shift of placement, language, and appearance... those that are re-told are usually done so for a reason.
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I have just returned from my weekly (as of the last three weeks but not including last week as I was snowed in) meeting of the Athenian Square Table group. Wednesdays are our unofficial coffee nights, a time when we commandeer a collection of square tables at a local coffee house and talk about any particular number of things that might cross our minds.

In no particular order, this evening's subjects included porn, Rule 34 (the drinking game), explaining Teabonics (and, by extension, teabagging), what one might do with $500 of yogurt, World of Warcraft and its application to arguments of racism and sociology, songs to get stuck in your head (I contributed Stephen's Exhibition), tattoos, conventions, Star Trek and the origins of Trekkies (which included the story of William Shatner standing at a pay phone in the city's central park as he hadn't been updated on the convention date change), how to realistically recreate a necrophiliac sex doll, repression, drama students, the significance of political landmarks in regards to prostitution, glasses, Bollywood movies, child-rearing, sex education, cultural differences between Malaysia and Canada, what to put in sleeves, Twilight being a girl's dilemma between choosing bestiality or necrophilia (and utter lack of foresight in seeing the range of her alternatives), man-purses, and how we were somehow not yet ejected from the aforementioned coffee house.

And then, as we meandered out into the street to go to our respective vehicles and depart to respective homes, my brother and his wife drove by and handed me a plate of chocolate and grape icing cookies.

I swear, not a word of a lie. Little puffy chocolate cake sandwich cookies with grape icing in the middle.

It was an interesting night.
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Note to self:

Stop looking at MA programs on schoolfinder.com. Stop. Just stop. You are focusing on your job and lessening your debts. You are not, I repeat, NOT planning to sign up for any MA program for at least three more years. We agreed on this. We were in perfect, logical agreeance. We haven’t even attended the fucking convocation ceremony yet.

No, we do not care that Brock University in Niagara has an MA in Popular Culture, with a class specifically focusing on the image of the human being in comic books, referencing the works of Alan Moore, Garth Ennis, and Frank Miller. No. Put it down. Close the tab. Close the tab. Close the t-… there you go.

We are not moving to Niagara. We are not applying to this program for 2010-11. No, not even part time. We’re not. Period.

Okay, I can allow us writing it down on a post-it note just so we don’t forget.

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How to tell What Kind of a Day I'm Having, as Accompanied By Music

All American Rejects - Move Along.

Danny Elfman - Wanted Soundtrack - Success Montage.
... this could be better, if I was advising people on how to be ASSASSINS, maybe.

Hans Zimmer - King Arthur Soundtrack - Remember My Face.
... yeah, that in no way sounds utterly foreboding and depressing. At all. Just give me my damn pudding cup.

Monty Python and the Quest for the Holy Grail - Tim the Enchanter (Yes, this is on my iPod).
... you know, why the hell not. I should just burst into a rendition of 'Find Your Grail' at some random point. It's relevant, right?

Scrubs the Musical - Guy Love.
... fuckit. Bring on the porn. Please. Someone. It's a substitute, I know, but it's a delicious, snuggly kind of substitute. With nudity.
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Note to self:


Stop watching the Tron Legacy trailers over and over on your iPod. Please. Stop. I mean, for pete’s sake, we only saw the first one last week. Seriously, stop. I don’t care that we are total and utter suckers for awesome special effects, and death-by-bass soundtracks/trailer music, and yes, Jeff Bridges is made of awesome . Fine. It’s beyond shiny. Now put it down. Put it down. Stop watching them. Stop. Sto-… you’re not even listening to me, are you?

No. No. Cut it out. No puppy eyes. We’re a grown woman. No puppy eyes. Stop that. No. We’re a professional goddamned adult with a mortgage, a job, taxes, responsibilities... we-we’ve got… we’re….

… okay, fine. One more time. Just one.

Yeah, I hope it has Bit in it, too.

Okay, are we done? We’re done. Put it down now. See? That wasn’t s-OH MY GOD DAFT PUNK IS COMPOSING THE SOUNDTRACK. WHAT. KIDDING. GIVE IT BACK. MUST. PLEASE. WANT. PLEASE.


In other news, I am back from my vacation. I was treated to many, many movies and TV series that were of shining entertainment quality (one of which should be obvious), fantastic food, and the best of company. I miss it already, and dearly so. I was sick with something evil that targeted my sinuses for most of the time, and it was still lovely and relaxing in ways that three legs of flying in either direction could not dampen. I love my girlfriend, and as for meeting her parents….

… let me just say that I was scolded into eating my dinner before it got cold as I was talking with them so damn much. Repeatedly. This is a good thing.

I’ve been arting/writing regularly for nearly three months. I’ve been falling behind on posting it all to [livejournal.com profile] virtuallykinked mainly because I was on vacation and prefer to scan things instead of photograph them… but I have witnesses, it is being done. I have ideas for paintings and projects and all sorts of customized My Little Pony delights (side note, look into black-light or glow-in-the-dark paint, as that is an idea that could be freaking cool and sellable)....

… and, well, I sorta haven’t unpacked yet, or even cleared off my bed enough to sleep on it. Just because.

Work is still good, and still in training for the most part. This is a job where each appointment could bring wildly varying situations or problems… and I think that I’ve set my bar in that I’m waiting for someone to come into my office and state that they want to go to school to become a Mythbuster. One of my coworkers has his bar set at someone wanting to be a ghost hunter or cryptozoologist. See, the crazy thing is, I think I already know what direction to send them in for that.

I found out a few weeks ago that there is a Dr. Sketchy’s chapter set up here, and there is a session running this Friday night for $15. I think I may have to attend.

Further note to self, must make a list of all the aforementioned movies/shows… just to keep some kind of running record or tally.

Come on, brain. Back to work.


Further note to self, re: Chaos Ink.

Take a page from Mythbusters, as it were… Mythbusters and Superman. What is in a (normal) tattoo that could react positively or negatively to a change in environment/world? Metal? Magnetic fields? Like metal in a microwave, or oil/minerals in water. Scrub the world is it is now, consider Amy on her own.
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In the spirit of today, I'm posting another video.

Hi Mom! Hi Dad!

I don't know how I'm having flashbacks to an even that happened when I was all of three, but I am. I remember holding a little white candle with a red plastic cup, alight with my own little flame. I remember Heidi and Howdy. I remember the white hats. I remember watching news coverage from my grandmother's condo. I remember cheering with my parents, and the extended family, and I remember not quite understanding all the details, but feeling the glee all the same.

In the years that followed, I remember wanting, so much, to dress up in my mom's pink dancing parka, and her black boots... and I remember watching video and coverage, trying to pick out my parents in that dancing crowd.

I love the two-step.
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My Monday has been... well, a Monday. But a good one. Let me show you my current mood by matter of interpretive YouTube-linking.

I am currently rocking out in the empty staff den to this. And... dude, I usually hate rap.
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Y'know you're Canadian when your main network gets into the Olympic spirit by showing Cool Runnings... and then Slap Shot. Uncut.

Olympics start next week, folks.


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