Feeling a little Gene-y

Working hard.
Feeling a little like Gene Pitney...
It's a bummer about this weekend; had plans that fell through... then I didn't even have the capacity to get any work done. I think I helped make up for that tonight.

A lot of work still to get done, must get crackin'! instead of typing away.

CHeers. Send Stella Artois.

Saturday Night

3.5 hours of solid work.
Feels good.

After a bowling tournament today. (Many beers. Not many marks.) Oh well; our team placed 10 out of 32. We won it last year... just spreadin' tha'love.

I wanted to work most of the day, and was really looking forward to tonight. Hopefully I can get some more time tomorrow, but that's gonna be tough. Wife is sick, boys will be boys and the Superbowl (meh). I hope it's either a great game, or a blow-out. None of this mediocre playing... boring everyone.

And I don't really care about commercials.  What ever.

Whatever...

munday(ne)

Ho munday(ne).

Relaxing this evening. Finished some prep on a few things. Studies and ideas flowed... was able to pastel them out. Somebody (not me)'s gonna have to search themselves and really take a good look in the mirror when I'm finished with one of the projects I've got stewing.

Speaking of which. I have some vintage newspapers on the way.... SOF UCK ING EXC ITE D!! to get them. I have already a great idea of utilizing them.


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Vanity

Of course I'm vain, I'm ... provocative? interesting? conceited?

Meh

I paint pictures of myself for a few reasons. I hold still longer. I'm always around. I like the music I listen to when I work... same-old same-old.

I'm fairly excited to get to work tomorrow. I plan to use the early morning to prep, eat and whatnot; THEN after lunch: Feverish-Frantic-Fantastical painting. I just hope my brushes are getting a good nights rest. I'm gonna work 'em hard tomorrow.

Oh, and thank you to Dick Blick for getting me the tube of paint... a week-and-a-half later than everything else. I just figured I was crazy, didn't really order it; I had resigned to the thought that I was LOSING MY FUCKING MIND!
So, thanks again for restoring my sanity.
Oh. and Mr.J.C. We need to have some White Russians some night while I paint you. If anyone see's this, they should tell you the plan. You know the wives are down for that.

finally... this thing does what I say

Hooray for a little free time. I was able to get the site up last night, and it's working.

I have a couple more feeds I would like to connect, and a few other odds-and-ends to tie up; otherwise, HOORAY!

One less headache. studio shot up by the end of week.

Frustration

I've spent far too much time trying to make my website work how I want it to. So, I said Fuck It.

I am making it so I will have my blog feed into my website (that is working properly) and will update the site like a blog--only with work instead of explanations... maybe.

I neeeeeed to get into the studio instead of looking at code-line after code-line; trying to figure out where the hell my error is.

Dear HTML. 

Suck it.
sd

If I get everything working tonight, I will put it up. Otherwise it'll be this week.



And I have listened to Fame Monster tonight while 'coding', and remember how good it is. Thx Gaga.

Cure the Cure

I read this last week.

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2010/12/07/komen-foundation-charities-cure_n_793176.html

I have been stewing, and preparing some works to combat this. This is some Bullshit. I hope everyone who gave a few $$ feels good about the money going to corporate lawyers.

THAT is how to find a Cure.

I must say: Susan G Komen Foundation, you will never get another penny from me. Any product that supports you, will get no support from me.
Don't misunderstand, I hope cancer gets cured; But I know lawyers can't do it.

Works on this vein to be posted soon.
Slogan:
CURE the Curing Curers at the CURE Foundation so they can't CURE anyone else.