Green Envy

For those that were starting to think I confined my artistic efforts only to outdated computer programs, this is a watercolour I did of Angelina, my stepmother, from a picture of her drinking a green envy martini on her trip to Chicago. 

Spindly Thoughts

Sometimes my thoughts overflow into words, sometimes they spill out my mouth.
How lucky, you always seem to catch them in a glass jar.
There they panic, trapped, scared, like those insects you find in basements, long spindly legs, antennas flailing, hoping for escape, wings flapping against the glass, desperate, deformed.
And a small smile appears on your face.
Delight at this new specimen
It makes me feel slightly sick, to see them captured, dissected, then stored away as preserves for your hungry hungry mind.
Sometimes I want them back.

The Ultimate Psychological Test?

In the words of Tom Robbins...
"It was short, simple, and, to the mind of its creator, infallible. To administer the test, merely ask the subject to name his or her favorite Beatle. If you are at all familiar with the distinct separate public images of the four Beatles, then you'll recognize that the one chosen-John, Paul, George, or Ringo-reveals as much about the subject's personality as most of us will ever hope to know."

When I was a small child of about 5, I was head-over-heels in love with Ringo Starr and watched the movie Help religiously every day. Analysis anyone?

Hinky Pinky of the Day

An especially alluring person who, unfortunately, suffers from some emotional problems.

For those of you not familiar with Hinky Pinkies, I'll give a brief explanation: Two rhyming words are described, and you must guess what they are (pretty simple, no?)

Example: A big flat bottomed boat = A Large Barge
Feel free to make up your own and spread the word to all your friends for hours of fun.

Snail-at-Large

Does anyone else love Paint?

This one's dedicated to Julia who knows more on the sexual behaviour of snails than anyone I know. Ask her about the 'calcium dart' for an interesting fact. 

Beware the Brain

So, basically, I was sitting here thinking (first problem, too much time on my hands, working an 11 hour shift at Snodgrass), when does analysis lead to obsession. In theory, some people say that we can control our thought processes by first becoming aware of them, but in striving for understanding, we overshoot, and OVER-analyze. What then? At that point are you just living in a fantasy world that you're overactive brain created out of boredom? Have our brains now evolved too fast for our emotional/animal/instinctual selves to deal with, resulting in mental diseases and disorders that just seem to be growing more and more prevalent in society? Or is it just, once again, boredom of the brain because living is too easy. But we're the ones that created the idea of mental disease in the first place. Where is the root of the problem? It just seems like all these questions become circular arguments and then you just spewed out a whole wack of words, just to come back to the beginning again. So what's the point? I know i know, i'm rambling.

Fall

Fall. The memories of summer and the hints of coming winter. 

Me!

The first time is always exciting...

Hello all,
I've decided to give in and jump onto that information superhighway, except, at the moment, strangly, I find that I have nothing to say. Worry not, my dear friends, it happens to the best of us and I'm sure my brain will return at some point with gifts of greatness and grandeur.