Saturday, April 30, 2011

Small Victory

This Subway bag stuck in a tree outside my apartment has been driving me nuts for weeks.



Liz Lemon had the same bag-nemesis situation on this week's 30 Rock, which was killing the buzz of her recent return to optimistic, together Liz.  As a counter to The Secret, she'd adopted a can-do action-oriented philosophy (No matter how much the gate is strait or who punishes the scrolls, I am the captain of my holes, or whatever).  So, she went at the bag with hooks, saws, a trained squirrel, and trash talk:  "I’m gonna hang you in my kitchen, and fill you with other bags! You will eat your family!”
 
Unlike Liz, I didn't get tazed or have to fight City Hall.  I just went outside (late, under a cloak of darkness--I don't have Liz's chutzpah) with my long ninja pole-esque ice scraper and hacked at the bag until it came out.  Yes!  Small Victory. 

I don't know if there's a lesson here...Life imitates art?  Take action instead of relying on fad philosophies?  I dunno.  Anyway, the stupid freaking bag is gone.

I am the captain of my holes.  

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Wick-ified Willow Tree

I saw this little gal in a shop sometime last summer and thought she was a little dullsville, so I Elpha-bized her.


I think she's much sassier now that she's defying gravity.  I'm thrill-ified to have her in my kitchen. 

Saturday, April 16, 2011

Nell

"That was the worst thing I've ever seen.  Did you grow up in a forest?  Are you Nell?  From the movie Nell?" .

--Donna from Parks and Recreation

Monday, April 11, 2011

Drippy Moon

I did another painting this weekend.  It's a drippy moon!



While we're at it, here are the pictures with it on the wall.  This is my very old saxophone (can't play this one anymore).


This is one of the chicks from the band Celtic Spring.  I guess they were finalists a few years ago on America's Got Talent.  I took this picture when I saw them perform at Indy's Irish Fest last year.  To draw upon my vast knowledge of music critique--they are freaking good.



Sunday, April 10, 2011

It May Cause an Epileptic Fit

...But check out the nightclub scene in Black Swan frame by frame. 

There's a scene in the movie where Natalie Portman and Mila Kunis go dancing at a bar, and there's sort of a strobe light effect going on.  Whilst viewing this in the theater, I thought I caught a glimpse of the character Rothbart from the ballet.  I'd forgotten this, but when I was watching it on dvd this weekend, I saw a frame where Natalie Portman is wearing her swan make-up from later in the film. 

I started at the beginning of the scene and took it frame by frame.  Most of it is just a distorted, funhouse type view of the dancing, but sprinkled in are some really bizarre images, including the ones I mentioned.  There are a few frames where you just see a close-up shot of her swan eyes, and one where she and Mila are framed by a bunch of butterflies, kind of like a desktop wallpaper that someone might have created.

Weird, wild stuff.  Just another layer to a really brilliant movie.

Saturday, April 9, 2011

Off to the Bookstore

The description on the dust jacket had me at "...Congregation of God Kraken..."

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

Hail...No!

I almost forgot about this little gem from April 1st.  I had the day off, and even though it was still pretty cold here, I thought, "Screw it.  I'm putting out my patio furniture."  I get to a certain point in the spring where I refuse to wear a coat, and I do begin wearing flip flops even if wintery weather is trying to hang on.  Now I feel the same about outdoorsy stuff.

So, I put out my chairs and little tables, and what do I get?  A good five to ten minutes of machine gun hail. 

You can see one of my gnomes looking on in disgust.
I'm glad things are looking up this week!

Monday, April 4, 2011

Spectrum

My best friend is Chris.  If anyone who doesn't know me well sees his picture on my desk at work, for example, and asks what our situation is, I simply answer, "Will and Grace."  Most people understand immediately.  We met in college, and the closest I can figure our friendship began in 1995.  He was the only out gay male that we know of at our school of about eleven hundred students at that time. 

He was really excited a few weeks ago when he told me that he'd been asked back to our Alma Mater to DJ a Spectrum Prom, put on by the school's gay/straight alliance.  He asked me to come along, and I was happy to do so this past weekend.  I had a ball dancing and hanging out with my friend, and it was great to see him in action again.  I hadn't tagged along on one of his gigs in a couple of years. 

Besides having fun, though, I really have to say I'm so proud of the progress that has been made since Chris and I graduated.  The director of the program told us that there are forty or so out students, about half of them male and half of them female.  This might not sound like much, but for our little school in the Midwest, that is a very big deal.  They not only have an organized group, but also there is an LGBT center on campus, only the third of its kind in the state. 

Chris never underwent any terrible bullying over his orientation in college.  I remember some verbal stuff a few times that upset him, though, and that was bad enough.  I'm really glad to know, in what can be a volatile atmosphere in our culture these days, that gay students at my Alma Mater have a place to go if they're feeling isolated or even abused.  They don't have to stand alone like this one did all those years ago. 


Saturday, April 2, 2011

Wild Things Growing

I did my first painting this week (As an adult, that is.  Remember when we were all painters, singers, dancers,etc.?).  It turned out nothing like what I was going for, but I learned a lot doing it.  The next one will be better.  This one is on a big ass expensive canvas, so it went up in my bedroom regardless of how it turned out!


This one is probably where I should have stopped...







Friday, April 1, 2011

Old Drawings

These are between ten and fifteen years old.

My friend Heidi...


Street musicians in Louisville...


Hands...