…start rollerskating again.
Song of the day Rollerskates
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Ears to Editing
For one of my writing classes, I’ve polish up a short story I wrote. It’s my first time editing solo and I’m a little nervous. It’s something I must learn, and first I am going to focus on grammar and then move on to looking what can be cut etc … I tend to repeat, or make the same joke twice, and no one needs that. For the night I’ve been sitting on the couch drinking sweet tea and staring at a computer. Is the voice right? Is it right to play that first death for laughs? Will people see the end coming? I’m nervous about it. I’m going to find a contest, or an anthology to enter, and I want it to be perfect, and I’m not so good at perfect. I’m a bit frazzled, then I look to my left and see my guy.
And all is right with my world.
Oh, and no worries, his ears were restored to their factory settings
Song of the Day Ex’s and Oh’s
Paint me a picture
I’m the kind of art lover that other art lovers hate. Maybe hate is a strong word, maybe roll their eyes at is more accurate. I’m very rigid in the art that I like. I’m not into abstract, surrealism, etc … I want it to be “real” for lack of a better term. I like to look at a painting and seeing a story I’m familiar with. I like to see how other people see the same story, and those are the paintings that move me. It’s been pointed out by Someone pointed out my favorite works of art usually of solo women or women about to kill men.
The Betrothed by John William Godward hangs over my bed. I hope it doesn’t fall and kill me in my sleep, but I don’t think it will…
that’s Cleo’s job! Cleopatra Testing The Condemned Prisoners by Alexandre Cabanel is going to be framed in the next month or so.
I get that Someone’s comment is true. I love me a single gal or a murderess.
One of the joys about being back in St Pete is the access I have to some truly amazing museums – and the art exhibits that are available to me are amazing. When I first made it back home, the first exhibit I saw was The Frida Kahlo exhibit at the Dali Museum. I knew next to nothing about Frida Kahlo and while I wouldn’t hang a Frida print on the wall, I walked away with an appreciation of her work and more importantly I think, knowledge about her and her work and what it took for her to create it. I’m working on opening my mind to different things and to different artists, not just the pre-Raphaelites I love so much.
All of this was my long winded way of saying that in my gallery explorations I’ve found a new favorite artist, and it’s certainly different from my single killer woman obsession. I see this every time I take a class at the Morean Art Center .
It makes me smile every time I see it.
Song of the Day Armadillo Blue
I want MY Mummy
Dear Tom Cruise,
I need you to explain The Mummy to me.
Brendan Fraser made a perfectly good remake, there was no reason to do this again. How do I know this? Because you had to bring Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde to the story. COME ON! That’s just bullshit. Dr Jekyll and Mr. Hyde are their are own cinematic experience. The Mummy should be able to stand on its own. The Mummy has ALWAYS stood on its own. Boris Karloff is not happy with you. Brendan Fraser is not happy with you. I am not happy with you. Now, go to your room and think about what you’ve done.
So disappointed,
Marika
Meanwhile at the Morean Arts Center
One of the things that I love about going to the Morean Art Center for my writing class is being able to take a few moments and stroll through the hall and see what the good kidlets of St Pete are making, it’s like seeing a new exhibit every couple of weeks. Tonight I was behind a couple of budding artist assessing the work of their contemporaries.
Kid One: So what do you think of this one?
Kid Two: I like it, it reminds me of my mother.
This is why I love kids. It’s also why I’m glad I don’t have any.
Photo Fridays -Leaves
No creature on earth loved leaves as much as Dash did. I’m so lucky he was mine for his time here.
Count On Me
I’m not going to go into a long story about how we met. We just did. You’re going to be hearing a lot about him so I thought you might want to take a gander.
Meet Count Montague Butters.
He likes to keep things simple. His nobility embarrasses him, so please just call him Monte.
My Mom was pretty “anti” on the whole adoption thing, and had placed a ” NO DOGS ALLOWED” rule in play. Monte was only going to be allowed on the back deck or the garage. And then she met Monte, 2 minutes later he was in the house, and she was passing out treats and had a toy for him.
Here he is exploring the royal gardens.
He’s camera shy.
No one’s going to puts baby in a corner.
