The next 50 years

I can remember a time when nobody could really say for certain that the moon was not made of cheese.  Scientists perhaps were a little more sure that it wasn't, but the general consensus was that it could as well be made of cheese, or be a silver disk, or turn out to be a hole in the night sky!  Then one day we all crowded around these funky little glass cathode ray tubes with the images painted on the inside of the glass and watched as humans finally found out just what was the moon made of. We were quietly disappointed not to discover moon men, nor any trace thereof, but openly thrilled to have flung men so far from home and brought them back to tell the tale.  they were even able to bring back bits of the stuff and it was certainly of this world. Of late we are factually learning almost as much about Mars, a comet, and an asteroid, I think, from landed robots, and nearly as much from satellites around most of the nearby planets!  Our children are growing up in a...

I knew the sewer was going but I thought we'd try and fix it ourselves.  Today it went, and it only covered a small part around the drain.  So I put the wet rugs in the washer and didn't tell Dan because he was on a rampage over his flat tires and the van battery being dead again.  But then he came in to use the toilet and I had to stop him.  He wouldn't listen but finally I thought he was agreeing to not use the toilet.  Then I hear noise, flushing, and swearing and I go down to find he's got sewer water, with actual turds floating in it, all over the basement, all the way out the hall to the stairs. So I get to waste 2 hours sanitizing while not having working drains  before I can even begin to deal with the sewer itself. Seriously?  I'm so angry with him right now! He should have done as he was told and left it to me till tonight and got on with his day.  He won't trust me, no matter how many times I prove myself trustworthy and it's infuriat...

I'm having a blast writing descriptions for my new trunks.  Each one is described as though it were indeed a travelling suitcase made of sapient pearwood.  Each one has it's own name and unique character!  The first listings I took it seriously and listed them as little works of art.  Not a one sold.  I knew the format was too dry but I was stuck in that. This time I have some inspiration thanks to Terry Pratchett and it makes each little box have a personality that comes from it's colours.  I don't even know exactly what I'm doing when I start, only what colour range Im' using and whether it's formal or casual, natural or urban, supernatural or mundane, and so on.  From that then comes a character that becomes a personality.  The last few were pretty much completed before the personality came along, but in fact as soon as I began to write the ideas came. I'm going to paste them here, it's just so fun! 01 Bob. This funky prototype is just a bi...

No really, I don't know what I"m going to write about and when I leave it blank till later I forget entirely and have to go back in to edit.  Whew, I FELT that run-on sentence!  I'm a criminal when it comes to run-on sentences.  Comma splices are my primary weapon.  I'm forever trying to remember when writing and I think I do okay.  Not perfectly, but it isn't important on a blog or I'd go back in to fix it. Yes, I do this as the rough draft, just wing it and it comes out in prose.  Spelling and all, yes.  Yes, grammar too.  That's part of why I say that University's best gift to me was learning how to read and write.  It's not a flippant comment at all.  To read, that's not just being able to translate the written word, that's being able to walk into a large old library and find your section. Then to plumb the depths of a dozen or more books in order to glean or prove one or two facts.    To write, that is not only to transcr...

I did it, sent in my application for a vendor's spot on Broadway.  I didn't realize those were saved spots, but I should have.  I guess I just didn't think past "need a busker's license to vend."  Well in fact they have a separate setup for vendors vs entertainers!  I could do it with a blanket but I want to do it with a table so I picked spots in the area across from the theatre where the table vendors always set up.  I had to pick 3 spots and see what I get.  I dont know if I'll like the neighbors but I expect we all watch out for each other on breaks and I can probably just have an extra blanket to toss over my stuff for bathroom breaks. I sat and did some estimates on how much stock I might make and for what I might sell it.  I could get enough to take care of the costs of selling it at least.  Let me not put numbers in my blog, since it's more private than even my innermost thoughts.  Well, only because it's much more useful in causing ...

Writing in the blog, that is.  I didnt' write saturday because Tom was over.  didn't write sunday because Dan's home and I don't like writing when he's here.  I don't want him reading this one day and putting me through an emotional wringer for what I write.  Since I write about him, after all.  Monday and tuesday it was simply that I had printed boxes to work on and was painting all day.  I don't like stopping even for food when I'm painting. Dammit, I also don't like sneezing fits.  3 kleenex later, am I done yet? I"m painting a black pinstripe trunk and a fine sparkle blood red with red gold borders.  The pinstriping borders aren't decided yet. I think I'll use that deep black sparkle paint I like.  I primed the base with three clear coats to fill in the voids and smooth it, then a coat of black which being on black plastic needed only one coat to get effect.  Then I painstakingly taped out the fine lines I painted in with silver. ...

spent yesterday doing chores then visiting with Tom.  I also worked a bit on my boxes.  Today I'm going to spend my blogging time taking timmy out for a walk because it's warm and he's crazy bored. cyal8r