Where the mind goes

The body doesn't always follow. 

I guess I'm draw/writing again. 

overworked and static

Right after Christmas I got sick.  Sinuses. Then I got sick again. Then I started working too many hours on too many things and thus, crickets can be heard here.

Poor, poor blog. 


All I can think about is going to the beach. Point Pleasant, NJ to be exact. I've been frequenting that spot over the last 4 years and it began as one day trip with the beau on a very chilly March day, in search of specimens. It seems eons ago that we first met and thus began our ritual of beachgoing, although one year our plans were thwarted by an evil hurricane. 


My mind is filled with projects and trips that I can't yet put into action. You see, I have a list.  Prioritizing is one tool I learned early on to keep my excited mind from losing track of everything. Notebooks are a necessity, although I pity the poor soul who has to go through it all after I've passed from old age.



First thing is first.  The truck needs an oil change.  So mundane..........pfffftttt!


I'd rather be painting.

the other side

I also post on Tumblr. I have to figure out how to merge these two lovelies (aka blogs).

http://themarcellaeffect.tumblr.com/post/73616230062/another-side-effect-of-this-girls-dont-buy-cartoon


This little bit really strikes chords inside of me. This recent blog entry I'm directing you to is entitled "Another Side Effect of This "Girls don't buy Cartoon Toys" Nonsense" written by gailsimone is enlightening and disheartening. I was never one for Barbie dolls. My Barbie's got mohawks and broken limbs, had stitches (needle and thread), and were otherwise maimed or forced to be lesbians because my mother wouldn't buy me a Ken doll. I was more into playing with my little brothers toys, namely the He-Man collection and wrestling figures.

I own a lot of toys. I watch a lot of cartoons.  I play a shit ton of video games. I read comics. My favorite cartoon right now is Adventure Time, created by Pendleton Ward. Adventure Time

We all like what we like and it doesn't matter who we are.


And now, on to stuffing my face full of the ginormous salad I got for lunch.


Update:
I just went online and found out that Adventure Time footed pajamas are 1/2 off!  Good thing I'm going shopping after work............hellooooo Jake jammies!
 Jake pajamas

absenteeism

So, between being ill and the holiday season, I took quite a hiatus.

When I don't feel all too swift, I like to write. Usually that turns into finding new ways to write my name. I love calligraphy of all sorts. To me, it's like a bit a therapy. 

As you can see below, this letter Z is going to be the death of me. I'm not too keen on how it looks.  Granted, I'm at my day job and have limited supplies since I dumped my bag and chose a new one to use, leaving out my pen case so I had to resort to pencil, pink paper, and a purple highlighter. At least I recycled a sheet of paper.

I wish I had something other than Microsoft Paint on this computer.  UGH.


Another thing, I seem to spend way more time designing things for others and neglecting my own things, like my website.  The gods frown upon me for that. It's a mess.

I'm saving up for one of these suckers though, which will replace me trying to digitally draw and paint on my iPad:

Oh baby. I have two small versions of Wacom tablets but they just don't cut it. This. I need this. :)





collllddddd and scarrryyyyy

This is what I looked like this morning while I pumped gas into my car.



Soooooooo, this just happened:

the meterological gods have changed their minds and gave me more snow! I think my post yesterday did the trick.
 
My philosophy is, if it has to be cold outside, there had better be snow. I think I'm low on the pole when it comes to getting excited over storms approaching. My uncle once told me "You're not a true 'Fedden' at heart if you hate snow."  Fedden, by the way, is my grandfather's surname. It doesn't look too German, but it is. His family is from Friedrichshafen, Germany, right on Lake Constance. Needless to say, that city is on my list of places to visit.  But that's a whole different story.

I was talking about snow again.

Oh well, at least I have something to post for tomorrow.  I have a great winter photograph of my grandparents that I'll share instead of rabbit drawings. 





Almost forgot.

Happy Friday the 13th!  Muahahahahaha

sugar+RANDOM POST

I had more sugar than I'm used to today. 

So much that I realized that I was meowing at my desk. I was thinking about my cat, sitting in my dining room window.  He sits on his tail. He's very bushy. His name is Belushi but I call him BOOSH because he's really hairy and poofy.

The sugar is leaving me and I'm thinking about dinner.

I love Italian food. All of it.  I try not to eat too much pasta and cheese. It's going to be hard to not eat a ton of this tonight.




The coffee is still raging on in my system though. I love coffee.  Coffee and sugar do things to me. They make me outgoing and focused. In the right amount, together they make me a tornadic whirlwind of silly loudness. It's almost to tourette's levels.  I feel like Edgar right before he burst out of his Edgar suit.

Oh god.

the pause before i have to board the ride again

Today is just do it without thinking day. After being flashed by the bright light located at the apex of a stress a-bomb, a short reprieve occurs.

I level up

Then back

and ultimately realize that I'm a nude rabbit who loathes raw carrots and just wants some hummus.