Oh the suspense...

So I'm writing a very cool post, but its not finished yet. I'm actually writing several posts, but with one I am having difficulty in really conveying what I mean to say. Let me briefly explain...

I'm writing about something quite serious; heartache and heartbreak are not funny or amusing, or at all pleasant to experience. Sometimes they feel overwhelming. You can have a lovely day, upbeat, positive... and then you get into bed, turn out the lights, and out of the blue you become acutely aware that you are the only person in your bed. Your heart gets these odd, miserable, confusing feelings. The sheets don't feel right, the pillows don't squish like they ought to. Everything is just off. You hunt sleep, and fall into it - fitfully - several hours later.

Its not a pleasant topic. Its not easy. Its not even something most people want to hear about, let alone read in their spare time. But its part of my life, and I need to write it. So when its done, it will be posted here. Skip it if you want, but I think you should read it.

But I did say I was writing a cool post too. After the seriousness you get to see what I think about shopping carts. I'm convinced that they lead secret lives, that us humans know nothing about. But I'm onto them and their ways....

Until later, Adieu.  <3

Post Script:

I'd like to work on a series of very short stories about this character I drew randomly:

Her name is [obviously] Pigletta. I don't know what kind of adventures she has though. I've decided to leave that up to you! Leave a comment, just a sentence or two, about something you'd like to see her do, and I'll draw you and her a story. =] You're welcome.

Genius. =]

I've had the Bouncy crimp in my head all day... 

I really enjoy working as a waitress, but sometimes people are a little weird. Like today, a lady with a $12 total left me a 71¢ tip.  o.O  Really? $0.71? and in dimes and pennies.. couldn't you have left me with 4 cents more and 3 whole quarters, which I can actually use for laundry?

But in moments like those, the Bouncy crimp came to my rescue. I was a bit exasperated, but it was kind of funny, so I sang myself some crimps, did a little dance, and in mere moments I was laughing [as were my co-workers =]

But all that aside: Today has been genius.

I woke up grinning like a Cheshire cat. I worked on some blog stuff, then walked down the street and got my hair cut - so its short and comfy, and oh so cute. I've been in a smashing, unbeatably good mood all day - nothing can phase me.

Its the power of the crimp.

Here's a song I <3 and it seems somehow appropriate for my day: Love you, by Free Design.

Hyperbole and a Half = Awesome

I got kind of obsessed with this blog called Hyperbole and a Half a couple weeks ago. Its amazing, you should read it and follow it, because Allie Brosh is fabulous and she would love you very much if you followed her. I'm not kidding, she might draw you a picture or something.

She inspired me to start my own blog. I've tried blogging on 3 different occassions. Clearly, all my past attempts have failed. When I thought I  had nothing to write about and/or simply ignored my blogs, they curled up in the fetal position in some remote corner of the internet and cried. Every time I tried to come near them after that they just looked up at me from their respective corners, with these large pitiful eyes in their hollow tear-streaked faces, and I thought it would be too cruel to give them false hope by posting more stuff on them - I knew I was only going to forget about them again immediately afterward. So in the end, I let them be to live out their internet existences in peace.

I think I just tried too hard to write about stuff that was "interesting", or "worth talking about". But Allie Brosh helped me realize that blogs don't have to be all serious. They don't have to be boring either. They don't even have to do the "Hi, I'm sharing my journal with the world" thing, because nobody really wants to read that either. Thanks to Hyperbole and a Half, I realized that my blog could just be about me and all the random stuff in my head. And people will [potentially] actually read it!

So, when I started my blog I was thinking something like "How hard could this possibly be?" I noticed that Allie once mentioned it taking her approximately 10 hours to complete a really good post. "10 hours?!" I thought. "Even with those cool pictures, that seems like an exorbitant amount of time. It will never take me that long - probably she's just really slow." But as I started writing my own stuff, I realized how easy it would be to take 10 hours to have something worth putting out there.

This is probably what happens when Allie blogs: She gets this idea for a post, and sits down with her computer to write it [if she is anything like me, the idea is a sort of half-formed sentence flying erratically around her brain] She opens a word processor and Paintbrush - then proceeds to write a few sentences, and doodles a bit just to help her think. As she tries to catch that erratically careening idea and put it on digital paper, this giant monster comes stomping into her mind and says in this growly voice "Allie!  Write a blog post or I will eat all of your ideas!"

So then she's all like "But I'm trying to write, Monster!! If you eat my ideas I will be sad and have nothing to write about, and you will have nothing left to eat!" And that monster is kind of a jerk and is like "I don't care. I will just eat someone else's ideas when I'm done," and proceeds to stomp around her brain eating the ideas right out of her head until the only thing that she can do is draw pictures. But because her artistic genius flows so freely from someplace deeper than the birthplace of ideas, the Monster can't eat the picture-creating thoughts, and after he has eaten all the noticeable ideas, he gets bored and leaves.

But looking at her pictures gives her lots of awesome new ideas, and now her brain is uncluttered because the monster cleared some space in her head - making that flittering idea easier to catch and hang onto, and so she starts frantically writing these really fantastic new blog posts and has these cool, monster-conquering pictures to go with them!

That's how a see it in my head anyway. Those monsters are jerks. She's a monster-fighting blogging hero.  You should read her stuff. [Read her blog here! its genius.]

Boosh, Boosh, stronger than a Moose...

I recently devoured the entire 3 seasons of that awesome and deliciously funny tv series, The Mighty Boosh.

Also, I think I'm now addicted to Noel Fielding.

I discovered the show quite by accident several months ago. I was babysitting two cute little boys, one of whom was named Noel [not like the Christmas season - it sort of rhymes with "mole"]. Here's a little known fact about me: I collect names. I have lists of them tucked away in various places; you just never know when you're going to need a name. So, anyway, when I got home from this babysitting gig, I looked up the name origins online.

My google search introduced me to him: Noel Fielding. A couple of youtube clips later, and I was laughing hysterically. I wanted badly to see The Mighty Boosh, but couldn't find much of it on youtube, and got sort of distracted by other things on the interblag, and forgot about it all for a bit.

Well, several weeks ago, my roommate hooked me up with a sort of Russian version of Facebook, which awesomely enough, has these pages where you can watch English tv shows. Using your deductive reasoning, I'm sure you're figuring out that through this facebook knock-off I found the Boosh, and consequently watched all of it, and that brings us all to this:

I'm still addicted to Noel Fielding.

He's my new celebrity crush - the first time ever that I've crushed on a celebrity who isn't part of a band - its a big step for me, a whole different ball game. [Thats if you don't count Johnny Depp or Orlando Bloom: females are genetically programmed to have crushes on those two, so they don't count.] These actors, they're a crazy lot. Noel seems to be a bit crazy too, but his style of crazy is exactly to my liking.

For example, he wears outrageously fashionable "mod" clothing. He is not afraid to wear a poncho. He's an artist: and he makes these really cool pictures. He has been known to dance in public - not as part of his show, but in Real Life. He makes up these songs [with his Mighty Boosh counterpart, Julian Barratt] called crimps. Heres one of my favorites:



Noel is just so devilishly funny. He's also in his late 30's. But he's also single.

XD

Does anyone have PR connections that could get me his home address?

I will make you cupcakes.

Popsicle Love

I made this picture for my sister. While working on several new posts [because right now I'm incapable of concentrating on one at a time - inefficient, but diverting], I was looking at some of my Paintbrush drawings and found this one, called Popsicle Love.

I don't know why it is called that. But it is, and it is cute.

New post soon. I'm finished with the entirety of The Mighty Boosh, so I have no distractions anymore. =]