This is just something I was thinking about earlier. Certain numbers always have a natural color association for me, and I was wondering if it was the same for other people, and if there would be trends if a whole group of people answered.

So, after each number, I want you to fill in the color you associate with it. Don't think about it too much, don't spend more than a couple of seconds on a number. If you can't think of a reply, just leave it blank. (Or put "none"if it won't let you leave it blank)

Poll #1403839 Color by Number
Open to: All, detailed results viewable to: All

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I'm just curious, is all.

I made a[nother] thing last night.

He needs a back... and then, a home. I really can't keep keeping them...

I don't know how many people reading this are in the Chicago area, but I'm posting it everywhere. My sister + a bunch of other people are having a group garage sale to raise money for breast cancer research this weekend, May 2nd AND 3rd, from 9am-6pm. Find a great bargain, support a great cause! I'll be there. (on Sat. at the least) We might be selling some art along with all of the usual garage sale goodies.

http://tinyurl.com/mm-garage-sale

BE THERE.

Okay, this kind of pisses me off.

I was looking for a resume/portfolio grade paper about a week ago. I have this really nice double-sided Epson paper, but it's a little too expensive to use for everything, and I wanted something lighter-weight for mailing out. After much debate, I decided on some mid-price Kodak paper. I just opened it now, about a week after purchase. It's 39 lb., matte finish, and looks like it has a pretty nice printing surface. Super, right?

The back has the Kodak logo printed all over it. Like, do you remember getting pictures developed, and they would have the stripes and "Kodak" written on the back, yeah? That.

Arrrrgh. I guess, it being called "photo paper" (despite it not being glossy, and being a resume weight) it's not a total surprise. I am totally cool with watermarks, or only having one side that's coated to accept ink well. But there's no warning on the box to tell you that one side of this paper is blatantly branded! Now I have 100 sheets of paper that I can't use for the mailers I had planned, because I feel it would look unprofessional to send out a portfolio with "KODAK" plastered all over it. (Do you think they would pay me for the advertising?) And now I'll have to trek to Office Max and spend more money on the HP or Canon equivalent, which HOPEFULLY will be blank on both sides. (Hmmn, or maybe Staples... They aren't bad with paper.)

I was hoping to do some color tests tonight, too. I guess if I can't return it, I now have paper for mounted prints and my plastic sleeve-style takin'-to-interviews portfolio.


I just got back from Michigan, and it's really strange how five or so years can turn Mason from looking like hell to looking like an idyllic wonderland. Not literally, but through perception... and the fact that the wifi/coffee/bookshop downtown now has a deli/cheese/fancy wine and beer shop next door.

And the fact that there, I could be living - maybe even prospering - on the same style of jobs that are just getting me by here. So there are no fancy art jobs there... If I don't have to make any money, I don't really need one.

(You can tell I'm giving the dreams a rest right now. Probably reality, too.)

Okay, let me tell you about my shitty night.

So I worked candy stand tonight, and after intermission you have to count the candy you have left and the money and stuff. While I'm doing this, this guy comes up who obviously has had too many rum punches (at Mary fucking Poppins... classy!) and asks if he can buy a package of Peanut M&Ms. At that point I was done with the counting and math part, so I tried to explain to him that I was closed, but he started getting kind of scary and yelling at me.

All this time I'm trying to keep him calm while not freaking of myself, and I tell him I'll sell him the M&Ms, but he's too drunk to even, like, reason. Finally a few of the ushers came over to help me out, and try to escort the guy outself, but he started arguing with them as well.

So one of the ushers puts a hand on this douchebag's arm, and he yanks it away, and elbows me right in the cheek, really hard. =_=

Nothing's broken, luckily, but I got a nosebleed. The swelling has gone down a bit, but it still hurts like a bitch and it's already bruising.

( Shitty cell phone pics inside... kinda gross. )

I want to flesh this out even more, but I need to get to karaoke. I want to make it sound more professional and improve the flow of it, before I don't ever post it because I'm scared of the idea of meeing people from the internet at all. But I got the idea, and a few of the phrases popped into my head, and it cracked me up too much to not write it out.

To whom it may concern,

I'm a recent graduate from Columbia College, seeking employment and/or social interaction. I grew up in mid-Michigan and moved to Chicago about five years ago. 25, non-smoker, occasional drinker, likes cats. At the moment, I'm working two part-time jobs outside of my field, and watching far too much British television on the internet.

What it basically boils down to is this: I'm not satisfied with my current situation and I need something to get me out of the apartment, either permanently into another apartment (i.e. improved financial situation, boyfriend) or just a few nights a week. (i.e. boyfriend, improved financial situation)

I am either not much to look at, or completely too hard on myself... I can never tell which is a more accurate description. In the past I've been most afraid of opportunity, but I'm working on getting over that fear and giving myself a chance to prove what I can do. I work well with others. I know I'm a hard worker, and I pride myself on my ability to adapt to different situations. I'm very flexible, in an artistic sense.

My other skills include animation, screen printing, baking, and karaoke.

At the moment, I'm not looking for part-time or temporary gigs, but I would be fine with meeting more boys/artists (circle all that apply) for simple friendship/networking (circle all that apply) opportunities. As previously mentioned, I'm getting by with my current jobs, and I'm not looking to take just any offer. I'm hoping for a situation that will be the perfect fit, allow room for growth, and possibly involve an accent. I would probably be most comfortable starting with an entry-level position, and working up from there. And wow, I didn't mean for that last part to sound so dirty, I don't think.

Please, no recruitment agencies! For a resume and/or good time, please email.

[edit] Hahaha, guys I totally meant to friends-lock this, (no offense intended to anyone) but I just noticed I wasn't signed in, and there it was hanging out in public. I guess it's no matter, I've been trying to get over my fear of potentially making a fool of myself anyway. So... enjoy!

I scanned an entire sketch book! (well, as much of it as is completed) I just felt like sharing it... since I haven't been doing much finished art, and I really think that I'm improving in terms of anatomy. I wanted to give an idea of how I work... you might be able to tell, it involves a lot of erasing over and over again. I even left the really rough/bad/impossible to make out stuff in, so you can figure out a percentage of fail.

It's small, to save room and prevent you from reading the ridiculous text! (there are a lot of notes) Anyway, there it is.

I had a dream last night about finding a place that was like a shelter dug into a riverbank... the back wall was made out of the bank, with maybe some bricks in places, and there was an overhaning roof held up by posts, and the rest was open. There were work benches along the wall, and someone had hung and stuffed and stacked bird skulls around the place. There were even a few heads that still had feathers on them, (One of them was a hawk, I think) but most of the skulls were clean and polished.

I started to collect the skull ones, but I knew that the person (or thing?) that had built the place might return, and they were probably a psycho or something.


This birds and death dream trend is kind of a bit disturbing, I think.

So this is the second week in a row that both of my schedules have shown up practically at the same time and had overlaps. And I feel like stabbing someone, or maybe everyone... but that's not entirely related.

What I'm trying to say is :(

Coconut!

And... yeah, that's it for now.

I'm sorry, hair, you're just going to have to be greasy today. I know, it's not your fault... I just couldn't get my shit together.

Please know that, in spite of this recent neglect, I still love you.

Well, except when you do that one thing.

Okay, dudes. Manda and I have set up an Etsy page. Just in time for the holiday season! (If you're into tat sort of thing.) We're still working on branding and all that good stuff... like actually adding things to the account. I've only listed one thing so far (A small painting that I really need a better picture of, to be honest.) sort of experimentally, but keep your eye on us in the near future for excellent jewelry, art, paper goods, and fabric crafts. Or if you don't have any money, tell someone who does about us?

breakeven.etsy.com

Oh...

Oh, guys.

Also: Ashes to Ashes isn't quite as powerful and well-written as Life on Mars, but it is a hell of a lot of fun.

(Actually, the same thing could probably be said of the songs.)

I keep seeing the posts and news pages and stuff, and a little thrill goes through me and I can't entirely believe it, yet.

(Michigan went blue, and I helped! It's good to help. :D)

Anyway, I'm not promising that my gloom-and-doom worldview will change. We have a long way to go, but for tonight I'm just a touch less panicked.


In other news, I'm just rewatching Life on Mars (UK) and thinkin' 'bout how good it is. You know, whatever.

Y hello thar, Daylight Savings Time. Way to creep up on me this year.

Aww, you know I can't stay mad. 'Least not when I've got a whole extra hour to muck about this morning.

(Man, am I glad for cellphones that reset themselves.)

[completely off topic edit] CS4? Are you kidding me? Adobe, didn't you just come out with CS3 that was already stepping on CS2's toes? On second thought, I guess I heard about this before, but it just struck me how ridiculous it is. Pick a freakin' release and stick with it for a while.

How pissed would I be if I had bought CS3? Rather.

...were long and involved and hard to piece together, but I'll tell you about the one part that sticks with me the most.

Me and Tessa had moved into another apartment, which was kind of strange and labyrinthine, while at the same time being strangely open. Like, most of the rooms weren't rooms so much as turns or nooks.

Anyway, for part of it Tessa was gone, and Manda was there instead. I was in the kitchen, at the sink, when a large barn owl flew in through the window and landed in front of me. It was tame enough and hung around a bit. We got to liking and respecting it.

Then Manda and I decided we should probably return it to the wild. Unfortunately, as we were about to go, Manda accidentally broke it's neck. o_o I can't even remember how, but I know it wasn't intentional.

So here we are with this dead owl, and we decide in a very waste-not, honor-and-give-thanks-to-the-spirit-of-your-kills way that we should probably eat it.


Yeah.


So I prepared it, and rinsed/soaked it for a long time, (It was wild, I worried about what it might be carrying) and then roasted it. I think after it was done, Manda had eaten a small amount and left, and I was still kind of hesitant, but I did eat some. And there was this party and we offered it to guests. (not as a main course, but in a "you want to try?") I asked Manda if anyone had been offended by the offer, but only one person had. And I guess I remember that it was pretty good, if weird.


It was just really strange and vivid and maybe a little disturbing to me. I woke up and wondered "Does anyone eat owl?" I'm sure someone has in the history of eating and the world, but it isn't something I had ever heard of or considered before.

Does anyone have a scruffy little dog we can borrow for the week after Halloween?

Evidently Jesus came back a while ago, but you missed it 'cause he was a shark.

Oh my god oh my god, I know that you don't care, but it looks SO BAD.

SO BAD.


:(

From the promo, I won't say that the ABC version of Life on Mars looks terrible.* It just looks exactly the same as the BBC show, down to the outfits and shot composition, only maybe with corny jokes in place of the dry humor, and American culture references in place of the British ones. (and, I suppose, American 70's music in place of British 70's music.) I just don't get why you would remake something, a few years after the original, without even trying to put your own spin on it. Especially considering that the premise has so much potential. It could have been another Office situation. I hope now more than ever that it will fail horribly.

You, Mr. Keitel, are no Gene Hunt.


*Okay, yes I will. It looks terrible. Just really... lackluster. I might not even watch to see how bad it is.

Yesterday I went to toast a bagel, and this is what I saw...

( Some of you might not want to look. )

That's pretty much it for stories from me. Yeah.

This is like an internet-wide call for cheer-ups.

Go.

Even expecting it, as I of course did, I was still pretty much blown away by the sheer amount of blood in Sweeney Todd. I mean... blood! So much of it!

Fun, though! Though I'm still sad Giles' part was cut.

Haha, cut.

I made you a miniseries review, but then I eated it.

It wasn't for anything anyone's ever seen, anyways. Like most of the stuff I feel like reviewing...

There are still some things to cheer me up.


*I know they might not be Concord (or might not be ripe) but this is the easiest thing I can think to refer to them as.

Tonight was a bit of everything I've been missing this summer. Grilling, camping, general Michigan feelings. I sat in a travel chair, drank a beer, looked up at the night sky, smelled honest wood smoke, and felt just a little better about the world.

The fact that I was in an alley in Bucktown didn't matter.

You did good, guys.