look out, there's a monster coming

For Christmas, I gave Mom a pad of watercolor paper, an instruction book, and a paint-in-it book called Watercolor for the Artistically Undiscovered. I figured the odds were she'd trade 'em in for some Rosemund Pilcher, but at least I made an effort. Came home last night to "I made a tree!" And by God she'd painted this nifty little bit of arborea, with shading and everything.

It was on typing paper, but what the hell.

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I will not pick on Susan today.
I will not pick on Susan today.
I will not pick on Susan today.
I will not pick on Susan today.
I will not pick on Susan today.
I will not pick on Susan today.
I will not pick on Susan today.

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The way you gave me lice
The way you squashed that pea
The way you shaved my mice
No no they can't take that away from me.

even more holiday materialism yet again because i have no inner life

Had to leave the house last night after so many days of fucking holiday goddamned cheer. Went to B&N, which was of course fruitless, but still had the benefit of being not the house. The children's section looked as though there had been tiny rioting earlier. The clerks all looked sort of shell-shocked. Helped a lady find a copy of Chamber of Secrets. Continual traffic around the LOTR display, as America tries to figure out which books go in what order, the big numbers on the spines notwithstanding.

Then went to Blockbuster with the gift card Kim and David gave me. Came out with a big Gund stuffed Hagrid. He's amazing. Little knit scarf, microfiber 'leather' coat with working pockets, huge boots, tons of detail. His eyes are drawn like little Jesus fish, doubtless pissing off various book-burning mail-order clerics no end. Am thrilled to pieces, since I would never have bought him on my own. "It's just what I wanted, how evah did you know?"

my art is all i have left *sob*

Which David Lynch character are you most like?

today's safety tip

Try not to ever get your middle finger caught between the doors of one of those big slide-open refrigerated cases.

It kind of hurts.

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You're the epitome of insane. Either you're very smart, or you're too damn stupid. The world is your playground, and everything -- and everyone -- in it is a toy for you to play with. People should be scared of you, but because you're so affable, they aren't. Tough for them. </td>

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The way you wrack my brain
The way you hit that tree
The way your nostrils drain
No no they can't take that away from me.