Must...warn...others...

New house, fabulous. Painting, fucking hard work. Hands? Cramped like an arthritic old lady's, from holding the brush and rollers. Typing...not frigging doing it any longer than I have to.

Therefore, back officially after New Year's.

Just wanted to put a quick note out to say...

HAPPY NEW YEAR ALL!!!

All good things for 2007, to everyone. Yes, even you.

The holiday sweater - devourer of souls

GAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Okay, this time I'm really out until after Christmas. On vacation all next week (so happy I work in academia - it's a paid week, and doesn't come out of my earned vacation time. YYYYEAH!) and spending most of my time getting the rugs shampooed in the new house, painting a room or two (Why would anyone paint a perfectly harmless room pink? What did it do to you?) and shopping for non-frathouse furniture.

So, happy holidays to all, and catch you on the flip side.

I lied...blog hiatus postponed...

Okay, does anybody know the whereabouts of WCRB, the classical station? They moved, and didn't tell me where they went. One day they were there, and the next, there's fucking COUNTRY coming out of my clock radio at 6am. Now, don't get me wrong, I love REAL country music, but let's be clear:

THE SHIT THAT CURRENTLY CALLS ITSELF COUNTRY MUSIC AND GETS PLAYED ON THE RADIO AS SUCH IS NEITHER COUNTRY, NOR IS IT EVEN LISTENABLE. IT IS FUCKING M.O.R., JINGOISTIC, GLITTERY FUCKING GOBSHITE.

I DO NOT want to hear some redneck asshole in a hat yodeling about the values of hard work and patriotism that his daddy passed on to him. I'd rather jam a knitting needle in my ear and take out my hearing altogether.

They must have announced where on the dial they've gone to before they went, but I listened to WCRB for the music, and tuned out when they talked. I've moved the dial around a fair amount, and I've come across classical music, and thought "ah, there they are." But, alas, when the alarm goes off in the morning, do I hear the lovely strains of my boy Johann Sebastian Bach, easing me into my morning routine? Am I greeted warmly into my day by the romanticism of Tchaikovsky? Charmed and delighted by the cleverness of Schubert or Chopin?

The answer is no.

Seems all I've found is stations that tease with dulcet goodness and night, only to bring on fucking jazz shows in the morning. Go to sleep to Beethoven or Telemann, wake up to...tuneless, soulless, pretentious dickheads, fellating a saxophone.

I'm against it!

Where...oh where...has CRB gone?

All is right with the world...

I know. I'm quiet.

My advice: Enjoy it while it lasts.

Taking a short blog hiatus. Too much going on what with the move and the holidays and this regrettable but necessary thing we call making a living.

....Luncheon, I think....

Been sick!

Rough week, people, rough week. Cold medicine, snifflies, sneezing, coughing, not sleeping, making some really disgusting noises, etc., etc.

Also very, very busy with work, both 'for the man' and my freelance stuff. Plus holiday shopping, move related stuff, beginning to pack, purge, and clean the apartment, etc.

WE CLOSE ON THE NEW HOUSE ON MONDAY. So there is much to do, much to do.

I don't know where I'll find the energy. But I always have in the past, and even with this cold virus bastard hanging over the scene, I'm a robust, energetic, smart, organized wee thing. I will not be deterred from my purpose. You green snotty bastard. With a little help from my friends here, G-1 and G-2, the weekend should be a fairly productive and happy one.

...unless they help put me in a coma. We shall see.

Happy weekend, everyone.

Edit: You know who's cute? Patrick Dempsey.

shit eating grin

Oh, can't complain. And YOU?

You learn something new every day. JUST ADMIT IT.

So, every once in a while, when inspiration is low, I google something random, click the 'images' button, and see what comes up. It's how I came up with the elephant poop picture, which got me in trouble, but nevermind that.*

Today, rather than put up one of my usual Friday posts about booze and post some picture of a pint of Guinness or some other lovely potable, I decided I'd do another art post. But what artist or painting to feature?

Well...it so happens I have an old Skids song in my head, "Thanatos." So I google it, and of course get the usual smattering of Wikipedia entries, Greek Mythology links, Deathmetal band sites, etc. And of course when I clicked Google Images, well...the less said about silly fantasy "art," the better.

But.... hello, what have we here?

Jacek Malczewski, Thanatos I. 1898. Olej na płótnie. 124 x 74 cm. Muzeum Narodowe, Poznań.

Fantastic, isn't she? I love how she's all dark blue at the feet, and muscular, and holding a scythe with her big man-hands. And are those some crazy art-nouveau wings she's sporting? And is she resting some part of her clothing on them? Are those two black dogs in the background over her right shoulder, and are they also symbols of impending death? Who's that guy over her left shoulder, and why is he taking his overcoat off? Or is he putting it on? And what's that thing hanging from her belt, just over her groin? What's going ON here? I must consider this painting in depth.

And the artist? Sorry to say I'm unfamiliar with him. But I've poked around a little on various sites trying to find a good, clear link to this particular painting, and I'm intrigued. So I think I shall spend a good portion of my day investigating his life and work.

Question of the day:

What would you rather do?

A. Eat 2,000 calories a day
B. Drink 2,000 calories a day

*Fuck it.

Stop it at once, you filthy men.

Oh, dear me. Nothing homoerotic about wrestling at all. Nope, not at all...

Some inane bullshit

Question of the day:

What's worse?

A. Working with assholes
B. Working with idiots

No, I don't hate people. I just seem to feel better when they're not around.

Bad grammar

...PISSES ME OFF!!!

This is a shout out to the perverted fuckwit who found this blog by googling: "fuck you're horse in the ass."

Hey, you IDIOT.

You're = You are
Your = Belonging to you

Bad enough YOU'RE a disgusting pervert, but YOUR grammar sucks.

Personality is formed early...

...and remains pretty constant, throughout life. I think so, anyway.



Thanks to my friend Sare, who sent this picture. She said, "Don't know WHY I thought of you when I saw this." Seems pretty obvious to me.

Anyway, happy weekend everyone. I'm going to leave you with a delightful news story another friend pointed out this morning.

Naked Man on Crack Attacked by Alligator. Excellent. Authorities don't know why he was naked, but it seems clear to me that he mistook the alligator for his wife or girlfriend, and tried to mount it. We may never know for sure. I believe he's in critical condition - I guess we'll know tomorrow whether this was another case of Darwinism in action.

I have a cold, and so I'm feeling very misanthropic. So a story like this cheers me right up. Good for a laugh, innit?