My husband is a very good man. 








Also.  I loved Dark Knight.  I've yet to talk to anyone who didn't.  And despite all the hype and Heath related hubbub, Mr. Ledger gave an outstanding, horrifying, mesmerizing, captivating performance.   Who wouldn't be haunted trying to get into the mindset of the Joker.
I was also very impressed by the detail they put into Harvey Dent's burned half-face. 
Also, I've seen trucks blow up.  I've seen trucks turn over.  But this was the first time I ever saw one flip like that annoying little yappy puppy toy dog.   


But now I am v. sleepy even though it's like....9am, and I'm going to go curl up with a very unBatman Christian Bale flick.... American Psycho. 

This morning I am huddled in the desk chair, hands cupping my tea mug, shivering in my pjs, sun-burnt to a decidedly unattractive shade of red, and deeply unwilling to make any moves towards beginning my day.

There seem to be some reasons.  I spent yesterday at the farm in Gloucester where Cole and his dad have been making bank this summer.  (Also, everyone seems to be making bank but me.   Poop.)  Now, I say farm, and it was, but the part his mom and I hung out at was decidedly un-farm-like.  Pool, view of the river, in-pool waterfall, silence, floaty lounge chair, strategically and creatively arranged plants and flowers, and of course, it being my mother-in-law, beer.   What does gently floating around a pool, drowsily drunk, miles and miles away from the words....photography final project, result in?   Uneven, bright red sunburn.  I couldn't even bake evenly.  Sunburns aren't cool anymore, getting sun isn't so much with the hip. 

So this morning hasn't been flowing along its usual get up and get at em'  routine.  I'm freezing because paradoxically, being burnt makes you feel fucking cold.  It's raining outside and I can't think of a worse environment to dive into.  And Cole is off this morning, so his happy, cozy, snoozy butt is wrapped up in a double layer of blanket and to top that off, he is making little snore-y contented haha I'm asleep sounds.  Bastard. 

I looked into the face of certain luxury yesterday and bobbed along in peace and gentle inebriation.  This place sucks.  :)

I kinda want to live in a geodesic dome in the middle of New Mexico.  

I sneezed 17 times in a row today.


By the end I think I gave myself whiplash.  And midway through, I thought I was going to die.



That's all.  Go about your business.

8 weeks of photo 102 has begun!  Eating, sleeping, breathing, ....pooping?  (maybe not so much with the poop) and living, all things photo. Including sussing out the new round of light leaks and getting my clothes brown from chemical spills (huzzah!).  SEriously, I deeply prefer digital but the syllabus and assignments all look fun and interesting. 


Also, as a mother's day slash birthday in-between type prezzie, Cole surprised me with this:

He is sexy?  No?  I love it.  I am notoriously anti- IPod and those fucking IPod commercials, but I am DIGGING this new player!!
Edit: Mother's Day as in kitty cat mother.  No babies here.


Also in the news, Cole has quit smoking!  We are officially in week two of being a non-smoker.  I couldn't be more proud. 

We both got straight A's!!!


Hazzoo!!


And to celebrate we went to the new Japanese Seafood Buffet where the now totally failed Three Olives used to be.  Oh.  Dear. God.   So good.  Coconut shrimp, crab legs, GOOD non-sketchy sushi a better Mongolian grill than....the Mongolian grill (fresher meat as opposed to that odd meat jerky they use), so so good.  I thought it was a midway between Happy Buffet and Peking (11.99 a person.......YUM).


We are quite the buffet connoisseurs.


Also I got my oil changed today and while I was waiting I was reading:
 
Which got right up the nose of the woman to my right and the older gentleman across from me.
HA!  What?!  Do you have a problem? 

Sold another pin cushion to a lady in California.  :)  Huzzah indeed!


Also, after thinking about it today, its been 2.5 years since I stepped foot inside a wal-mart.   Do I miss it?  Fuck.  No.

I'm going to use the break between spring and summer semester to a. catch up on music.  I am so tragically unhip.  are the kids still saying hip?  Is it hip to call them kids?!  b. Start and finish my mom's prezzie of handmade tablecloth, place mats, and napkins! c. make much moneys at the store d. GET. OUTSIDE.  I get that being tan isn't in vogue, but my god.  I am pale. paley pale pale.  Like Cole pale...he wears sunscreen to protect his tats. 

Someone in England wants to buy a pin cushion!!  This makes me thrilled :)  In a totally nerdy sort of way.

Also, I spent the evening in the incredibly pleasant manner of making :

and watching:



Exceptionally needy people at the fabric store today.  Gah.  Hopeless #1: "I don't know how to measure" *shoves chair cushion at me pathetically*

No, you know how to measure.   1st graders can measure.  You just want ME to measure for YOU. 

But that's ok.  I just keep saying the mantra... discount discount discount

    I've started an Etsy shop :)  So far I've just added the pin cushions and earrings from last week.  The bigger stuff I'm waiting a little while on posting to the shop.  Someone suggested I sell prints, but I'm not sure if my work fits into their standards....etc.  So, we shall see, yes?  Yes!


I'm taking photo II this summer and, while extremely fucking excited about it, it's going to be A) photo boot-camp with the short summer time-table B) EXPENSIVE.  The advent of all things digital has made all things paper pretty pricey, and C) Will no doubt give me less time for sewing (which holy shit do I love).


Does anyone else use Spark?  I absolutely recommend it.  I'm trying to regain control of my eating habits and the fact that my metabolism is creeping up on me, and I tell you, after 3 weeks, I see the difference.

Anyhow, two classes are done done done, and the final for the third class is finished.  However, and how backasswards is this?, the prof for my history class has a homework assignment for the last two chapters due saturday, three days after the final was due?  Quoi?

We have a gorgeous black cat with green eyes hanging out in front of our place.  She is obviously someone's old pet, but has no collar or tag :(  She's got a shaved belly and a small scar so I think she's been recently spayed.  Tomorrow we are taking her to Heritage Humane (closed today) because all she wants to do is come inside.  

It's been so sad.  She hopped up on the window sil- Jersey was FASCINATED but all Gryfin could do was hiss and spit.  And Cole, get this, Cole who already balked at having TWO cats, looks at me and says, "Could we, maybe, keep her?"

And god, I'd love to.  But, being an outdoorsy cat she'd need to get shots, and checked for worms and we can't afford that right now.  Also, two cats in this apartment is tight already.  Plus, THINK OF THE LITTER BOX DEAR GOD.

So, we'll take care of her and give her food and water tonight and then take her to Heritage tomorrow.  They have a ten day wait before adoptions, so if she is someone's lost pet, they can claim her.  

She is such a sweetie.  We sat on the porch and she curled up in my lap, purring, belly exposed.

Every so often, the internet throws something so wonderfully delightfully whimsical into my life.  Internet:  I heart you.


I present to you:

Walzing Cupcakes

Cake or biscuit

UK tax officials acknowledged that chocolate teacakes had been wrongly classed as biscuits in 1994, prompting M&S to launch a legal battle to have the wrongly-paid VAT returned.

Today I reupholstered my hope chest (previous neutrally beige colored fabric was very icky and also, a bit stained) in glorious multi-colored Moroccan-esque fabric!!  Huzzah!

Feel marvelous.  Most tricky bit was getting the ruddy lid back on the damned thing.  But now it is recovered, beautified, and I feel very accomplished. 


Oh yes.  I have history homework to do.



Must be getting on my stick!

So I work at a fabric store now.  I would summarize my job as follows:  Cut. Things.


But seriously, I use many much math at the work place.  A sickening amount.  Do they not realize who they hired?  Yesterday a woman asked me, casual like, How do you figure the circumference of a circle?
Qua? I can barely spell circumference.

The girl I was cutting cotton for says immediately: Pi times D.

I focused on my scissors.  I will remain scissor bitch. 

Also, it's a nice job.  I'm the youngest there.  Needless to say, being Williamsburg, it is a store staffed exclusively by women.  The clientele?  Almost exclusvely women.  The occasional male pops up and I say Brava!!

But it's nice.  I now know what the fuck selvage means.  Also, given my god given gift of blending, I can now say jargon-y things like: no, that's a  54 or this will drape so nice!



But most importantly, it isn't too stressful and I don't take it home in my mind.   Seriously, I used to dream in BAM and then wake up and go to work.  Sick sick sick. 


Also, this is midterm week.  Western Civ is done!  done done done.  Remaining: photo hist and art II.  S'alright?  S'alright.  


Also, we downloaded the Mystery Science Theater guys riffing on the 300!   OMFG.  Rifftrax.  Go forth and investigate.  I think we're going to get the LOTR or perhaps Jurassic Park next.  HA!


I ordered some work pantaloonies and the Gryfin is at this moment making the box her home. 

Sex workers art show what?


who now?



I live in a mayonnaise jar.





I just turned in an essay for history about King Henry VIII and his whole "hey, I'm the new pope of england" thingamee.  During the research process (I heart wikipedia) I took in a viewing of "A Man for All Seasons".  This, I felt was research, because every time something totally inaccurate but totally dramatic happened, I was able to be like, nope, that is so not what went on.  You see, if gave clarity in a negative sort of way.













also we had steak and lobster tail for dinner.   I'm going to go curl up in what can only be described as a satiated trance.

Dear Mr. Viggo Mortensen Sir,


I  would like to express the soul trembling feeling your spoken word has awakened.   In the impotent words of early morning, pre-coffee, pre-shower, I say to you now that I heart you.

Love and kisses,


Samantha Roberts

Sometimes I think that all I want to do is sit at the computer and read the entire archive of a webcomic.
Example:



AHAHAHHAHHAHHAAAHAAHAHA
ahem

Gryfin is keeping mah toes warm.  Jersey is in the cave I made from the banana box and a blue blanket.

Jersey systematically steals and hides my new highlighters!!

I found her secret cache of stolen goodies behind a laundry basket. 

This is what contained:
small penguin figurine from bathroom (he lives with slightly larger penguin on top of toilet tank)
assorted q-tips
paper balls of discarded homework, sketches, etc
birdy toy
flash drive
yellow, blue, and green highlighters


GAH!!

THIEF!!


Also, classes go ok.  Fundamentals of Design two promises to be....an adventure.  That is...our Prof is so unbelievable vague.  I have to draw these...cubes....this weekend....with pencil and then with sharpie.   It is a test...of....where we stand or something.   Cubes.

Public speaking has me flipping out...oh so slightly. 

Art history two is on-line, and barring the odd electronic hiccup with the Prof not knowing how to link fuck all, its ok.  Have already been on a 'virtual fieldtrip'.  Ladies and gents, the future is now!

History of western civilization is alright.  She's big on dates, which is ok.  Assignment one is done, as is first week quiz....huzzah!  She is big on the 'video meeting chat thingy' otherwise known as "Breeze".  Lots of glitches.  Lots of bad webcamming.   It’s easy to forget that webcamming is also for buisnessy type scholarly type applications and not just for Johnny B Horny to flash his wang around the www.

Ha.  Wang flash.  That's funny.

What else?

Oh yes, History of Photography.  The Prof is sweet, rambling type man.  Only have it once a week.  Promised to be good.  Text written by a woman with lots of attention paid to women photographers (the Prof pointed out that they are largely ignored in other texts)

Still hoping for that damn financial aid check....but is ok...will show up soon.


I've been having weird problems of late.  I'm used to tummy issues, that I can handle, but for the last two weeks, I've been unable to get to sleep, and when I finally do, like clockwork, I wake up two hours before my alarm goes off, then sleep fitfully if at all until I need to get ready for class.  It.  Sucks. 
Cole says its stress with the car and new classes, etc.  I'm also going off on totally paranoid day-dreams of vivid detail.  Me dying, Cole dying in a car accident, carbon monoxide....I'd go on but it’s really morbid.  My dreams have been epic and so real that when I do wake up I feel like I've been running around for 6 hours. 
I'm hoping it will just go away, but Cole made me an appointment to talk to a doctor about it.