Slow News Day
How many times have I used that title? Far too many. But today I am on strike because our coffee maker is broken. (No caffeine=no brain activity.) It just gasped it’s last gasp. You should have heard it. I might try and resurrect it just so I can film the death rattle sounds it makes when it’s trying to heat up the water. It seriously sounds like it’s channeling evil spirits from the dead. My coffee maker is possessed! I don’t think it’s going to coffee maker heaven. Maybe I’ll try and sell it at the big garage sale my mom and I are planning. Maybe some lucky fellow will want to tinker with it and bring it back to life.
But since I don’t have that to show you or anything else exciting, I thought I’d show you this other action packed suspense movie I’ve been working on. (660KB a very very small quicktime movie!)
Illustration Friday: Ancient
I love illustration Friday. It pushes me in ways I never would have gone. Especially on days like today when I want to write about something completely unrelated to the chosen word of the week. So how am I going to tie the word “ancient” into what I really want to talk about? I’m going to push the outer limits of creative writing, that’s how.
I was collecting beach bits for Amanda and I was looking all over my house for something to put them in. Something sweet but durable and definitely mailable. I was all set on making some vellum paper bags and sewing up the sides with a zig zag stitch, when Toby had to muck things up and tell me that my beach bits would be sooooo much better if I put them in jar. He always does this to me. I’m all settled on what I’m going to do and I go into his office to show off my nifty new idea and then he sends me a curve ball criticism that completely throws me off course and makes me doubt everything I did. A jar. A jar. A jar. I searched high and low for a jar that would be suitable. Toby suggested I look in the fridge since that’s where we keep ancient relics that we never think to look for elsewhere. Sure enough there was an ancient jar in the fridge. It was full of ancient Fusano California Valley Olives. They looked like they were a hundred years old. Out went the ancient olives and into a bowl of hot soapy water went the jar so I could soak off the label. And then I went back to my office to wait.
While I waited for the label to soak off I decided to screw Toby’s idea and I made my cute little velum paper bags with a zig zag stitch anyway. I think they turned out pretty cute. So cute that I bet you’re sorry you didn’t ask for one.
And that’s that.
I also celebrated that a couple of stressful jobs finally went to press today and I made a little movie about beach bits for you. (3.79 MB, 2.18 minutes) (actually I made it for Amanda and my niece but you can watch it too)