Illustration for this week, topic of clumsy.
I’ll admit that I have posted this painting before on my blog, but it just seemed so appropriate that I had to share for this week’s IF.
Original post here, but reproduced below.
I’m a recovering klutz.
Growing up, I seemed to spill everything. all the time. I also had an uncanny knack for whacking the shit out of my elbows on door frames, you know, just walking around the house. I’m going to go ahead and blame that on what must be exceptionally narrow door frames in my childhood home in Texas, since I haven’t done it my apartment here in SF.
But the spilling….yeah, that still happens. I used to get really upset when I spilled things, like it was proof of something wrong with me. ( I think I was really hard on myself growing up). Now, I don’t care. Which is much better. At least for my psyche….not for the carpet (which, now that I’m thinking about it, has a new largish coffee stain, courtesy of yours truly from last weekend.)
At least steve has become an absolute pro at spill alleviation and stain removal. He can add that to the old resume.
Update: Since this originally was posted, I have spilled wine at least twice. In the last month. I may not be so “recovering” after all.
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*I know that spell checker believes this to be a misspelling (favoring “mustache”) I think the addition of the “o” provides a tiny bit of class, no?
In ode to one of my favorite bands, and winner of my prestigious Best Album of 2009 award with Dragonslayer, Sunset Rubdown. Although some days I think I might like Swan Lake’s version of “Paper Lace” a liiiiiiitle bit more.
I’m a recovering klutz.
Growing up, I seemed to spill everything. all the time. I also had an uncanny knack for whacking the shit out of my elbows on doorframes, you know, just walking around the house. I’m going to go ahead and blame that on what must be exceptionally narrow door frames in my childhood home in Texas, since I haven’t done it my apartment here in SF.
But the spilling….yeah, that still happens. I used to get really upset when I spilled things, like it was proof of something wrong with me. ( I think I was really hard on myself growing up). Now, I don’t care. Which is much better. At least for my psyche….not for the carpet (which, now that I’m thinking about it, has a new largish coffee stain, courtesy of yours truly from last weekend.)
At least steve has become an absolute pro at spill alleviation and stain removal. Add that to the old resume.
No surprise that my mind when straight to food when I heard this week’s IF challenge “crunchy.” Also no surprise that I couldn’t pick just one.
1. carrot; 2. bacon (one could call bacon crunchy, right? one step past crispy in my mind); 3. peanuts; 4. celery; 5. pretzel; 6. apple; 7. bean sprouts; 8. biscotti; 9. nuts (almonds, peacan, hazelnut, cashew, walnut); 10. iceburg lettuce; 11. fried chicken; and, in honor of the holiday season, 12. candy cane joe joes.*
*I had to avert my eyes from them the last two times I was at Trader Joe’s. They are crack. If I don’t wait until mid-December, I can go through multiple boxes before xmas. It really isn’t a pretty sight.
First in the “everything is the worst” series (because, sometimes everything is).
in situ, above my desk:
This is the also first ever print from the used Epson Stylus Photo R2400 that we bought off craigslist about 5 months ago. I’m pleased to report that it works. It is a huge printer and was a bit intimidating, but was incredibly easy to set up and use.
I’m excited to buy some different papers to experiment with. The color tweaking needs a little work (as there appears to be a different shade of dark pinkishness in each photo above, urrrrrgh) but not a bad first effort if I do say so myself.