Wobbles the Wabbit

Well hello there! I'd like to introduce you to my little friend. His name is Wobbles, and hes a Wabbit.

I found him walking to work. Isn't he adorable! Wobbles has lots of plans in the future, like learning how to cook, or ride a bike, or possibly just watch a movie. LIFE IS SO NEW FOR HIM!

Anyways, I do not know his original parents, so sometimes its pretty rough. He gets through it though. I think it helps that he views himself as more then just a little wabbit.

If Wobbles can have awesome dreams like that, I think we all can. If he can aspire to be a Super Hero, so can you.

Be inspirational. Be like Wobbles.

That is my message for today.

Also happy halloween. Wobbles loves him some Autumn.

The re-animation of a dead blog and a big thanks!

Trying once again to blog on a proper level like a proper lady. To start my once again frequently tried blogging, I give to you a Thank You to all my friends that helped vote for me in the RAW show and/or liked my Facebook page! Seeing the support means a lot and I hope you will continue to like my work and support me in it! Already I have had so many friends come to events, buy my work or give me advice and love. I just want you to know that it means so much. I know I'm a slacker and have talent that is withering away, but seeing so many people like my facebook page and take the time out of their day to vote for me really makes me want to start doing some serious work and being an overall adult.

SO! This drawing is for you all! It's not much but its a start and I hope you like these guys! Sorry for the poor photo quality, my next goal is to buy a nice scanner so my work looks like not cheap reprints.

P.S. Ignore the rest of this blog, its crap. I will try to be more creative and interesting in the near future. And I do say try, because really as we all know my will power lies somewhere between washing one dish and looking at the dishes thinking how they should be washed.

Playlist 1?

I'm lame at doing this, as stated many many time. But here is something of interest. Out of the sheer boredom that is my job I have created playlists in my head that Ive decided to now share. The first is simple, yet something that is still creates good music, that is, songs that are about a specific girl. Do enjoy. There may be more if the will power strikes me. That and avoidance of actual work.

Also heres a collection of the ones with music videos:

http://www.youtube.com/view_play_list?p=EB118F95A5BC7B65

Runner Ups: Lolita-Cassino, Laura-Scissor Sisters, Carolina-Girls, Willita- Dear and the Headlights, Opheila-Vince Gill (couldnt find it!), Julia- The Beatles, Michell- The Beatles, Eileen-Dexy and the Midnight Runners, Josey-Hey Monday ( MY NAME! sort of...also couldnt find it on playlist.)

Also, Songs that have two names: Carol Brown- Flight of the Conchords, Chelsey Dagger-The Fratellis, Mona Lee-The Serenades, Mona Lisa- The Fugees, Grace Kelly- Mika, Jane Fonda- Mickey Avalon, Rosa Parks- Outkast,

Erg.

Today's Animus is. Nothing. Because I am tired, and because I have to write a paper (even if it will be bs), and I have to write a grant and I have to put together a portfolio and I just DON'T WANT TO!

Really.

I'm not feeling it.

Which may once again be why I'm doing this instead...so maybe I should post some sort of something.

Okay well...

I recently re-watched (for the thousandth time) 500 Days of Summer with Liv because she'd never seen it. I love this movie. I love the way it expresses how people are idealized and put on a pedistal and how much it can hurt when the illusion is gone. Its also filmed in a unique way, if not entirely realistic, but definally grabs emotions everyone can relate to. Plus there is some great shots and beautiful use of color. I'm a bit of a dork and watched the commentary and the director was talking about how Summer (the romantic interest) is associated with light blue and for the most part is dressed in the color, her apartment is that color etc. Also the only time a bright red is show is when Tom (the lead) is with her. My favorite example of this is a close up of a little red paper crane shown in focus then blurred as they walk into her apartment.

Plus Joseph Gordon Levitt = teh sex

He's so pretty. Definably one of my top choices (if not the choice) of imaginary hollywood boyfriends. Because you know... that's completely normal and everything...

Zooey is pretty awesome too, but she looks like my sister and it makes me jealous.

But her band, She and Him, is sweet the Him being M. Ward. Kind of reminds me of old 60's pop music. And to make it better they had a tie in to 500 Days of Summer with an adorable music video which may mostly be adorable because JGL is in it. Enjoy!



Oh yeah and if you want to see the original music video thats pretty good too.

This is not it.

What I'm suppose to be doing that is. I'm supposedly writing a short story that's due in 12 hours, but its not going so well. Instead I'm drinking tea and thinking about how awesome Beyonce's new music video is. The song could be better but that fricken clothes and style just rock my socks.

Why Don't You Love Me?

 Seriously, watch this and just look at the clothes. LOOK AT THEM! Who else can wear so little and look so classy. Also, who else can rock a body suit like she can? I bet she even sleeps in them, they seem to be her favorite outfit. Either way, mad love for her.

On a completely separate note, yesterday I overheard some people looking at Craigs list and reading all the dirty meet ups. Which is completely hilarious by the way and I would fully recommend it. But if you prefer sweetness to smut, then I suggest reading the missed connections. And if you really want to go ahead and yank at those heart strings, then I suggest you check out Sophie Blackall's Missed Connections where she illustrates some of the missed connections she finds online. Awwwww.

Since I'm in full procrastination I think I'll recommend something else that I'm obsessing over currently. It's Doctor Horrible's Sing-Along-Blog, which is a made for Internet mini-movie in three acts about a villain that wants to get into the 'evil league of evil'. It also involves a romance, a superhero and singing. It really can't be passed up. If you happen to have netflix, then lucky you! You can watch it on instant play! If you don't, well its on youtube but split up here is Act 1, Part 1. Basically I love it and want to buy a copy eventually, plus it comes with Commentary! The Musical! Which who wouldn't want that? 


Okay, back to writing. I swear it.

Oh wait, I didnt even get to the best part which I'm so super excited about that everyone knows anyways but I finally got to screen print a shirt! And I have a lot of grand dreams about it, which I'm sharing with others because I'm not the only one who thinks its sweet and wants to try it out.

Voila!

and a close up cause I'm a dork

A bit of a fail this week

at regular posting. But I've been busy, and I'm lazy, which at times is a hard combination. Anywho, today is a sort of weird umm animus, I think is what I decided. Yep, its a weird one about taxidermy. See from this website, Regretsy, which frankly is hilarious. Its full of all the horrid stuff people try and sell on Esty, because sometimes you just want a felted uterus or something. So from that website I found Slightly Curious, she got famous for her creepy fish squirrel thing that showed up on Regretsy. She makes these crazy combo animals using roadkill, and shes only like my age.(see above)
From there, Corinne and I happened to find The Minnesota Association of Rogue Taxidermy. Basically a bunch of people that sell dead things designed as curios and weird creatures and such. If you want to kill a good hour or so I'd recommend it. I just got sucked into the complete weirdness of it all and there are a bunch of artists that all have their own websites to peruse.

The rain was lovely

the hail kind of hurt. It didn't hail long though, and kind of sadly. I still find it sort of amazing that balls of ice can randomly fall from the sky when it isn't even cold out. I wish I could have napped around the house and listen to it rain all day, but sadly by the time I got home it wasn't raining anymore. I just love it when the air is heavy and warm, like a giant blanket.

Anyways, besides that being wonderous today the inspiration is...actually I really don't want to use the word inspiration anymore, cause it kinda makes me think of those really sappy cards like "go for it!" or those chain letters with things like, "remember there is always an angel in your life" bs. So I've got to think of a different word.

the internet provides me with these synonyms: afflatus, animus, approach, arousal, awakening, brainchild, brainstorm*, creativity, deep think, elevation, encouragement, enthusiasm, exaltation, fancy, flash*, genius, hunch, illumination, impulse, incentive, inflatus, influence, insight, motivation, motive, muse, notion, revelation, rumble, spark, spur, stimulation, thought, vision, whim

I looked up animus because I have never heard that one before and it basically means like hateful spiritedness, which i like, but doesn't really work. I'm tempted to use it just because ive never heard it before... 
Otherwise I think illumnation, spark, impulse are all better. Maybe animus is the best, its very forcefull. Plus it reminds me of Harry Potter and his animagus or whatever, animal spirit thing. Which is pretty sweet. I wonder what mine would be. Probably something stupid. hmpf.


Okay for the moment were going to call this an animus, until I dont like it anymore.

So the animus for today is not very hateful, but rather sad and its another poem. This is one of my absolute favorites because of the language as well as the wonderful description of such a loneliness, it says things that I could not even begin to say even though I am not a balding middle aged man, but I think we all can relate in someway or another. I think it matches today's rain well.


The Love Song of Alfred J. Prufrock by T.S Elliot

	S’io credesse che mia risposta fosse
	A persona che mai tornasse al mondo,
	Questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse.
	Ma perciocche giammai di questo fondo
	Non torno vivo alcun, s’i’odo il vero,
	Senza tema d’infamia ti rispondo.

LET us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherised upon a table;
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
The muttering retreats	5
Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels
And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:
Streets that follow like a tedious argument
Of insidious intent
To lead you to an overwhelming question …	10
Oh, do not ask, “What is it?”
Let us go and make our visit.
In the room the women come and go
Talking of Michelangelo.
The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes,	15
The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes
Licked its tongue into the corners of the evening,
Lingered upon the pools that stand in drains,
Let fall upon its back the soot that falls from chimneys,
Slipped by the terrace, made a sudden leap,	20
And seeing that it was a soft October night,
Curled once about the house, and fell asleep.
And indeed there will be time
For the yellow smoke that slides along the street,
Rubbing its back upon the window-panes;	25
There will be time, there will be time
To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet;
There will be time to murder and create,
And time for all the works and days of hands
That lift and drop a question on your plate;	30
Time for you and time for me,
And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
And for a hundred visions and revisions,
Before the taking of a toast and tea.
In the room the women come and go	35
Talking of Michelangelo.
And indeed there will be time
To wonder, “Do I dare?” and, “Do I dare?”
Time to turn back and descend the stair,
With a bald spot in the middle of my hair—	40
[They will say: “How his hair is growing thin!”]
My morning coat, my collar mounting firmly to the chin,
My necktie rich and modest, but asserted by a simple pin—
[They will say: “But how his arms and legs are thin!”]
Do I dare	45
Disturb the universe?
In a minute there is time
For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.
For I have known them all already, known them all:—
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,	50
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room.
So how should I presume?
And I have known the eyes already, known them all—	55
The eyes that fix you in a formulated phrase,
And when I am formulated, sprawling on a pin,
When I am pinned and wriggling on the wall,
Then how should I begin
To spit out all the butt-ends of my days and ways?	60
And how should I presume?
And I have known the arms already, known them all—
Arms that are braceleted and white and bare
[But in the lamplight, downed with light brown hair!]
It is perfume from a dress	65
That makes me so digress?
Arms that lie along a table, or wrap about a shawl.
And should I then presume?
And how should I begin?       .      .      .      .      .
Shall I say, I have gone at dusk through narrow streets	70
And watched the smoke that rises from the pipes
Of lonely men in shirt-sleeves, leaning out of windows?…
I should have been a pair of ragged claws
Scuttling across the floors of silent seas.       .      .      .      .      .
And the afternoon, the evening, sleeps so peacefully!	75
Smoothed by long fingers,
Asleep … tired … or it malingers,
Stretched on the floor, here beside you and me.
Should I, after tea and cakes and ices,
Have the strength to force the moment to its crisis?	80
But though I have wept and fasted, wept and prayed,
Though I have seen my head [grown slightly bald] brought in upon a platter,
I am no prophet—and here’s no great matter;
I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker,
And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker,	85
And in short, I was afraid.
And would it have been worth it, after all,
After the cups, the marmalade, the tea,
Among the porcelain, among some talk of you and me,
Would it have been worth while,	90
To have bitten off the matter with a smile,
To have squeezed the universe into a ball
To roll it toward some overwhelming question,
To say: “I am Lazarus, come from the dead,
Come back to tell you all, I shall tell you all”—	95
If one, settling a pillow by her head,
Should say: “That is not what I meant at all.
That is not it, at all.”
And would it have been worth it, after all,
Would it have been worth while,	100
After the sunsets and the dooryards and the sprinkled streets,
After the novels, after the teacups, after the skirts that trail along the floor—
And this, and so much more?—
It is impossible to say just what I mean!
But as if a magic lantern threw the nerves in patterns on a screen:	105
Would it have been worth while
If one, settling a pillow or throwing off a shawl,
And turning toward the window, should say:
“That is not it at all,
That is not what I meant, at all.”       .      .      .      .      .	110
No! I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be;
Am an attendant lord, one that will do
To swell a progress, start a scene or two,
Advise the prince; no doubt, an easy tool,
Deferential, glad to be of use,	115
Politic, cautious, and meticulous;
Full of high sentence, but a bit obtuse;
At times, indeed, almost ridiculous—
Almost, at times, the Fool.
I grow old … I grow old …	120
I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.
Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.
I do not think that they will sing to me.	125
I have seen them riding seaward on the waves
Combing the white hair of the waves blown back
When the wind blows the water white and black.
We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown	130
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.

Lines 99-110 are probably one of the most lovely and beautiful pictured stanzas ever ever written. I loves it so. Oh and "I have measured out my life in coffee spoons". Besides being a line I love, I do love me some coffee.


Oh and I Wikipediad this and found the translation for the beginning bit. Its from Dante's Inferno and goes a little like this:

"If I thought my answer were given

to anyone who would ever return to the world,

this flame would stand still without moving any further.

But since never from this abyss

has anyone ever returned alive, if what I hear is true,

without fear of infamy I answer you."

  

 

Don't ask me how that relates, I can't quite wrap my thoughts around it.