What is the scariest thing you've ever seen?



Oh, there's been plenty of things. In the traditional sense of the word, I've got to go with anything that sick bastard, H.R.Giger produces. That man's "artwork" and the horrors it's engendered are nightmarish and disgusting. His damn xenomorphs from the Alien series are what haunt my nightmares.

However, most recently there's this political ad [and partisan politics in general] that's kept me up at night. The worst, was I was focused on the words and small print and didn't notice the actual graphics until almost the middle of the ad. Nothing's scarier than a rich, corporate, God-fearing, Bush loving, closet organizer manufacturer telling me that he knows what's best for me and the state of Michigan...

(From Consumating)

If you could roll back one hour from your life, which hour would it be?

Well, if I could roll back time from my life, it would have to be more than one hour and encompass the time I've spent watching the worst movies ever made [i.e. French films]. And I'm talking the 'make you a lesser person by simply viewing' kind of bad movie, not the 'oh my god, not another Baldwin/Travolta film' kind of bad movie. This would include Twentynine Palms, Ma ma�re, Cache�,Le Temps du loup and far, far too many more...

I swear to god, even thinking of these films makes me want to stab myself in the neck with an X-Acto knife and if I EVER see Isabelle Huppert in real life, I'm taking that woman down hard.

(From Consumating)

If you were in politics, what would your career ending scandal entail?



The dubious details of the month I spent having fun, learning, exploring, partying, and living in Cuba would get out...

(From Consumating)

Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow...

Well folks, there you have it. The first snow of the season. That was the state of affairs at about 9am this morning. Now, an hour later, there's basically no indication of the dastardly white stuff at all, which is good, in my opinion, but just serves to make its permanency during the winter all that more brutal and foreboding.

Also, you can now see what my parent's house looks like from the front [south]. Quite the contrast in comparison to the north elevation. The small, glassed in projection in the very front of the house is the solarium--the heart of our passive heating system. It used to have 4 large skylights, but those were taken out in an attempt to fix a leaky solarium roof [which, we found out the expensive way, had nothing to do with the skylights]. Even without the skylights, the house is oriented in such a way that the south elevation--the solarium in particular--achieves the maximum amount of incident solar radiation in the winter. It can be well below freezing outside on a sunny day, but well over 80F [27C] or higher in the solarium. It sits between the half basement and the 2nd floor and is connected to the former by a small window in the hobby room and a pair of large french doors upstairs. When those are open, the hot air naturally ciculates from the solarium to the upstairs and cooler air is drawn from the basement. Of course, it's still a 3600 sq.ft. monster house [bigger now that we've added the adjoining garage, entry room, and loft] but I'm still really proud of that central bit of ecology designed into a home built in 1984!

In other news, I'll be meeting with the Director of the Landscape Architecture dept. at a local engineering firm at some point next week. Keep your fingers crossed!

Holy crap... It's now almost 11am and a very strong wind has kicked up and there is a great deal increasingly larger and larger flakes of light snow being driven nearly parallel to the ground... *sigh* It's quite the sight to behold, but I hate Michigan winters.

Kim Jong-il has the bomb. How do you grab someone's attention?



I stand up and point at them.

(From Consumating)

One bad JASPER

"Shaun, your answers indicate that you are a Visionary when it comes to your overall work personality. Your JASPER type is a combination of your most prominent work traits and a good indicator of what you're like at work."

"I like thinking big. If you're going to be thinking anything, you might as well think big."
-Donald Trump


Interesting career test that Monster.com offers.

"You take great pleasure in brainstorming creative ideas and having discussions about abstract concepts, which are activities that often involve collaborating with your colleagues. Not overly concrete, you'd rather be the one who comes up with the ideas than the one to figure out how to implement them. With a preference for creativity and theory, you probably have little desire to work with numbers or data.

Although you may not currently be in an occupation that involves working with ideas, being good at thinking creatively and channeling different theories and concepts into actionable ideas will help you excel in this area. You may want to explore Idea-heavy occupations such as an advertising copywriter, architect, a software developer, or a writer."

A space of my own...

BEFORE:


DURING:


AFTER:


Here it is. Still need to get the PC setup and I've got no pin-up or layout space but those are problems I can deal with when I get to them. I'm pretty excited about being able to sit down and getting to work on the thesis.

I'll be taking it easy this weekend though. My cousin [who used to live across the driveway as we were growing up] and his wife are visiting from California and there's a BIG family get-together and turkey dinner at my grama's place [which is also right across the driveway] all day tomorrow. And Sunday I think I'll look into seeing if I can't whip up a solution to computer/layout space out in my dad's workshop--even if it's just setting a door on a couple sawhorses.

If you've got any creative pin-up, layout, or workspace ideas, leave a comment!

I am not a slutty cowboy...

Well, I've recently been inspired [by the fear that the dragging of my feet through yet another project might possibily alienate someone i care about] into busting my obsessive-compulsive, overly meticulous, easily side-tracked, ass on getting the room clean. I'm no longer obsessing over what old toys to stick up on eBay. Not looking up their relative net value to collectors. Not reading through old love letters. Not going through the photos of past trips.

I'm just.

Frickin'.

Cleaning.

Now don't get me wrong, the process is still slow. I DO have to take the time and sort through things so I'm not forced to do it at a later date. But it's not as slow as it has been. It also helps that I already had the vast majority of it done already. Anyway, that's all a lot of boring, blah-blah-blah, lameness that you don't want to hear...

On to the good stuff! Pictures of me in slutty [thanks mom!] and not-so-slutty cowboy hats [I found my old cowboy hat today!]. With tiaras!




Okay, so this one is obviously way too small... This is actually my hat. I got it on my first trip to Texas in... Uhh... 1987 or something like that. I was 9 I think. It was the only trip to Texas where I didn't break something of my aunt's. Ahh... Good times!

This hat is one of two that my mother owns. I believe she got it in Hawaii when the sun proved to be a bit too much, even in the winter. It looks better on me, than it does her. Also, I like making funny faces.













Best cowboy hat. EVER! The weight, texture, and flexibility are perfect! It's comfortable and fits far better than the other two. Do I care that it's pink and has a tiara? Hell. No.













I'm completely out of 'bull auction' t-shirts. So I figured that the shirt advertising my unicorn breeding program would be the next best thing for a slutty cowboy to be wearing...

So we met on the internet. Now we need a cover up story. What crazy tale do you tell people about how we met in real life?



What's so wrong with meeting on the internet? I'm not embarrassed one iota by the amazing women I've met online, especially the ones from Consumating! I'd be a fool to cover it up!

(From Consumating)

Random crazy picture Sunday...

A rather amazing rainbow that came out yesterday afternoon. It was actually a double rainbow and the inner rainbow was also faintly mirrored so that it went ROYGBIVIBGYOR.
Me and my sister's cat, Poopy Kitty. Well, that's what I call him. His actual name is Hobbes Gir. But he's usually called "Habu Dahby," because he's a bit of a terrorist, in his mannerisms. His full terrorist name is "Habu Dahby Pin-Pin Poohla Achmed-Yomomma-Jackson." My mother invariably has several other names which range from "Hobby Bobby" to "Hey Cat" depending on her mood...
My cat Lulu Ann on the left and Poopy Kitty on the right, fighting in their own curious way...
I'm very excited to be taking my picture with Poopy Kitty.
Even more excited to be actually holding my own cat...
Tree frog!
Poopy Kitty, sleeping underneath a pillow. After waking up about half an hour later, he proceeded to launch a random assortment of attacks upon my person, biting and wacking my arm, before retreating back to the saftey of the pillow... He's weird...
Me, sorta dressed up, and looking damn sexy!
Goofy grin...
Lula Ann HATES being picked up...