…not long at all… I wouldn’t think that David Bowie’s death would hit me so hard. It’s just so damned unexpected. Elizabeth Bear said once that David Bowie would still be cool at the heat death of the universe. I think I vaguely expected him to still be *there*, at the heat death of the universe. I mean, I don’t know, right? The 80s. Jareth. Let’s Dance. Under Pressure. The truth is that my Bowie oeuvre is almost strictly 80s. I only heard his Christmas carol with Bing Crosby when…
I’m irrationally fond of this cow picture. It’s not, technically, even a good photo–the focus is a little soft–but I just love this cow. It is a good red cow. It has a good cow face. I love you, cow. ♥
screw a things to do list. i should be keeping a things i’ve done list. today i’ve made bread, brownies, chicken pot pie & cookies, walked five miles, done 30 pushups and a load of laundry, put together a ballet barre, danced with my kid, cleaned the kitchen, worked on sorting out the office, and some other stuff i can’t remember because now i’m trying to write it down. i don’t know why i’m so hard on myself. i’m a freaking amazon. all should look upon my works and freaking…
I have a 16 square Ikea shelving unit in my office. Over the past few days I’ve managed to empty five of the squares. Enough of it went into the rubbish to make a difference, but I’m afraid quite a number of things went into boxes in the squares into which more things could fit. Still, it’s something. I’m now down to four empty squares, because I located and separately congregated all of the art and photography equipment, which ought to render them both more useable. I’ve long since been…
An actual conversation that took place in our house yesterday, recorded in web comic form mostly for my friend Mikaela. Indy said, “Who’s that?” and I said, “Daddy,” and he said, “Why does he look so AMAZED?” so I figure I got the gist of it right. :)