Never underestimate any cow who can knit with her hooves.

[dolari]

I promised you juggling pants less ferrets al a mode. Instead, you're going to get this picture. It is a thing of beauty, done by fellow LJer, Vebelfetzer. Give her a ring and let her know it's pretty excellently cool.

I managed to get to bed last night about 7AM. The lights were still on in my house, and I feel they will be on for a few more days. It took some time but I managed to pass out on the couch. I never did get near that closet to turn the light on.

I woke up to a bad headache around 4:30. I wasn't awake more then thirty seconds before David called, apologizing for missing our weekend together in Austin. No problem, he had a lot of family to visit, and a school reunion to go to. And Atlanta is one of the places I plan to look for jobs, so I may be seeing him soon enough.

It took me a few minutes to get up. I'm in some serious pain. The insides of my elbows are killing me, and my calves feel like someone is chewing on them. My right thigh feels like someone slammed it a few times with an iron pipe. I moved that stuff on Tuesday, I'm still feeling it.

I changed the channel from Nickelodeon to CNN (I slept with it on) and basically just sat down. Worked on the web page, worked on some graphics for the site. Had a very very long and involved chat with Elenderel.

Elenderel and I traded bits of work. She sent me some newspaper articles and GREAT photography (I think she should post the one with the flags and the candles). We traded some links to make us smile (This ad featuring a Frisky Elmer comes from The Gallery of Regrettable Food). She thinks I should start writing a weekly column of some sort, send it to newspapers. Try to get syndicated.

What do you, the viewer at home think?

I've really never thought of working in Journalism. But the more I draw and write, the more I realize all the time I've spent in the technical field was a mistake. I have a technical aptitude and I've always figured that was my calling. Maybe it was, and looking back at my experiences with Dell, I can only think that they were some of the best I had. And Swan, too...but the work itself now has me thinking I could do something more satisfying, more creative.

Speaking of creative, I'm keeping it in. In the Polychronicon, Chapter 8, Verse 6, the celestial temple will fall. It was much too important to the story line, and could not be written around.

I finally had enough of the CNN overload, and listened to a few episodes of Law & Order (the show that never sleeps) and the Daily Show. Then back to CNN. It was like a shower, I needed to have a moment or two away from the Horror of Manhattan Island.

Got some food with the cash Deener gave me. My day after that was very slow...just kinda here, vegging while talking with a few online friends. My days are so exciting.

Actually, i've had two of my friends come online to talk about The Situation. They wanted to just talk to me about their fears and their feelings. I hope I helped out. I don't mind being a shoulder to cry on, as long as I don't unintentionally piss off the cryer.

Tonight I'm going to attempt to sleep at at LEAST by 6AM. That closet light is on now. I don't think I'm ready to turn off all the lights yet. But I think I'll be able to sleep while it's still dark outside.

I'm attempting to scrub my brain clean before bed with Cartoon Network. Nothing like a good deal of Freakazoid, Captain Planet and Tom'n'Jerry to give your brain a good flossing. Anyone notice, though, that Captain Planet has a mullet? Long hair and a flat top? A most disturbing sign on the 80s, indeed. Not to mention the animation is terrible. However, the woman who does the little russian girls' voice sounds cute...as does that other blonde hair bad woman type person.

No juggling ferrets this time around, but you DO get a hemo drinking prancing sissy bull in a hat.

That's gotta account for something.

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Most cool! I like your stuff very much...I can't do painting or sketching, myself. I was more of a drafter and a cartoonist, myself. And lots and lots of writing. :)

Anything involving paint or charcoal or clay usually ended up with me drenched in painted charcoaled clay and an ashtray, or a painting of a dot or two.

I've got a few things up, very very few...

http://www.dolari.org/polychronicon.htm has three finished pieces at the bottom. http://www.dolari.org/adp1.htm has an old comic strip I drew in 1993. :) (I plan to have more up, but finding time to scan is a pain)