when is the last time I did work?????

good morning!!

Thank you to all my New York readers who read through my pile of hate yesterday, it is all tucked safely away inside my head again, so no fears.

How are you all?

So yesterday was a day off for Keith and I...well day off being all relative as there was tons to do, but there was also a bunch of time that I spent on the couch reading comics...

so this is how the day went.

Got up, wrote hate mail to Derek Jeter as my bubs got ready to go meet the UPS man and get our comics before heading to the old comic shop to see if they need help (they didn't...YAY) so he came home, we went through our order, dividing up what is just his, just mine, ours, and our friend Steve's. Once the division was done I noticed that on top of my pile was Strangers in Paradise #90...the very last issue of that book...ever.

This is when I start crying a little. I go to the couch and read the book, tears in my eyes the whole time....none of it even sinks in, so I have to read it again, then fully calm down, then read it one more time.

It was beautiful and a part of me will die every time I think that it will never come out again.

sigh....

We then read a bunch of other comics in a big binge (I never said I was not a dork). Once done I gathered up a small group of collages and headed over to The Frame Station to drop off work.

Once outside I realize it's hot...yucky hot...ugh.

So we make the trip over and once we get there, well I want to make an ok impression on these people, so I turn to my bubs and ask what I always ask..."Am I shiny" and his usual reply "I don't know what that means" (it means for the record...is my nose shiny, so I need powder). I flip down the mirror and yes...I am shiny, in fact I am sweaty....no good.

I quickly powder and we head in...my hair is both fuzzy with humidity and flat with heat...no, no no!!!

So I get there and the owner Melinda is wonderfully nice, and I also get to meet in person Megan from Moogan's Creations. Now, I read Megan's blog so I know she is funny, and smart, and I have lurked in her etsy shop so I know she is talented...but I did not know how adorable she would be...and there I am, with fuzzy flat hair, and all sweaty.

(yes, these are the things I think about)

So, work is dropped off, and then my bubs and I are on to the next errand, picking up prescriptions at the Pharmacy...and the usual "No, I don't have insurance" and the pity look from the pharmacy.

I know, I know, I need insurance but you see, I'm a starving artist.

so we head home for a bit, a late lunch and then I head over to the comic shop to meet Steve so we can be geeks for an hour or so...I know our conversations are probably only interesting tot he two of us, but trust me they are VERY interesting to us.

then Keith comes to the shop and we hang for a bit...he is going back and forth about playing at the Treehouse, he wants to and he doesn't...you see last week was not fun, and it was so hot...we would just go to bed.

But, we decide to go, hell...I could use a drink and I know he could too. SO we get there very early so we can ease into the night and that way my bubs can play early in the night and then we can leave.

So several drinks into the night I have this profound realization while reading the personals in the "Other Paper", more specifically I am not reading the Men Seeking Women, or Women Seeking Men, or Men Seeking Men, Or Women Seeking Women.

no I am reading the best part of the newspaper...I am reading "Other Variations" such as this little gem

"BABY ME, cross dressing adult baby willing to try anything new, open minded and willing to please"

or this

"Old Fashioned Spankings mature discreet PWM will administer to women of any age for discipline, stress relief, or pleasure"

I could go on and on....so my thought was, if the art thing does not work out, that I could read these ads to the blind, maybe that is my calling (or maybe that was the whiskey drinks talking...it is hard to say).

So my bubs played first and he was wonderful, and as we were about to bolt out of there, we noticed that the next act was not just a sad man with a guitar, but a three piece band out of Montreal (love the Canadians!) with a stand up base and a laptop.

we were intrigued so we stayed are were treated to the sounds of "Ghetto Pony"

they were fantastic, seriously I cannot rave enough, we even bought their cd. They were just 3 skinny white Canadians playing the coolest geek rock I have heard in well, forever....picture Weezer but more funk to it.

So you have to go to their myspace and listen to them, for serious...they are that cool.

After that we meandered home...long day.

Today there are things that must be done...I must package stuff, I must make new things not only do I really want to but my shop looks sort of sad right now.

Oh, and for those of you interested in pocket mirrors, they were shipped out yesterday which means they should be here on Saturday....now we have the mean cheese but I might be able to list some on Saturday night, watch the blog for more details, I will lit a couple each day.

OMG this post is so long, I am dreadfully sorry but I am very wordy today...ok truthfully I know I should be working out but but if I am doing this that means I am not doing that.

no one likes to do Cardio when it is already very hot at Chateau Stiletto.

sigh...big giant sigh....

oh, and the picture today was a pendant I made a few days ago, it is for sale in my shop, and it is Virginia Woolf

xoxoxo
jenn

I Belive I Am Coming Back From The Dead

Good Morning everyone

thank you all for well wishes and the like, you will all be happy to know I am feeling much better today, in fact yesterday all I did was nap all day, as I was so hoping to go out last night...(I know I know, I should have been resting, but hear me out).

So yesterday my Bubs and I had this conversation.

me: are you playing at the Treehouse tonight

bubs: no, I am going to see Downtrodn over at Skully's

me: they're playing at Skully's, that's awesome

bubs: too bad you're not going

me: I'm going

bubs: no, you're sick, I'm going, you're resting.

me- no.....I;m going.

bubs: it's too bad you can't come with with me "BanAndrew Dice Clay" is opening

me: I have no idea what that is

bubs: well, it's a guy wearing a banana costume and a leather jacket doing stand up comedy.

me- wait, does he smoke a cigar?

bubs: I'm not sure, why does it matter

me: it doesn't...I am going by the way.

bubs: no you're not


This conversation went on for most of the day, periodically I would sort of justy burst out with, "But Bubsie, it's BanAndrew Dice Clay...I NEED to see it"

in short, I ended up going, and franky BanAndrew Dice Clay....not very funny. I sort of pictured him doing for Banana suits what Eddie Izzard did for Cross dressing...but no, he was just a drunk guy in a banana suit telling bad fruit pun/sex jokes...the highlight of his performance was when a drunk girl walked in halfway through, and said in this wonderful bimbo voice...

dumb girl: oh, is that guy like in a banana suit

Banadrew Dice Clay: Oh, is that girl is a dumb slut suit

(crowd finally laughs)

Other than that the night was still fun, Downtrodn was awesome, then again they always are.

So that was my night, besides that all I have been doing is resting and I did manage to do a few pieces including this one shown today titled "My Mask Keeps Changing", I originally was not going to list it in my shop, I was just going to send it off for my show at Scribbles, but I love it so much I just had to list it.

Speaking of my show, in the next couple days I will be taking the majority of my paintings out of my shop and shipping them off for the show, so...now is the time, if there is anything you cannot live without you have to tell me, I will hold things for you if you are really going to buy something.

ok, enough of my babble, must either do some work or go back to bed...

xoxoxo
jenn