Tuesday, June 30, 2009

Desperation & Art

I ran out of lead drawing a bunch because I had no pen to finish anything.

So in some wild act of desperation I broke open my old pen, removed the cartridge, punctured it, added water, shook violently, dumped into a bottle cap and then proceeded to dip a sewing needle into the make-due ink remnants to draw with.

Yeah. I did all of that. Drew with a needle. Out of it I got only two sketches worth of ink-like-substance, so, update incoming. You know where to look.

Tuesday, June 23, 2009


Uneventful week has been uneventful. For me at least. My doctor's appointment was pushed back to July 2nd from June 22nd due to the neurologist having some emergency come up. Which is fine by me, delays me further, but fine. No one is in a big hurry to be stabbed. Repeatedly.

Drama is drama. I want none of it. Feel free to vent if you need to, of course, but don't expect me to play an active role in perpetuating it. You should all know better.

Other than that, nothing has happened this week. Pretty slow and inconsequential. Not that I mind, gives me time to slack off and enjoy my lack of anything better to do. Although, it also reminds me of three things: The first, I need a new pen. The second, I need thread. The third, I need to go grocery shopping. Need, not want. I know the difference!

Oh, I will be making another trip to Michigan one of these upcoming weekends. Soon. So if you are one of my Michiganders, keep an eye out for that update.

Sunday, June 7, 2009

Get To The Choppa!

Cute story involving tiny humans.

So I'm at my mother's house and my nephews were over this weekend and we were all outside playing golf in the backyard. Now, when I say "playing golf" I actually mean "hitting golf balls all over the yard" because there are no holes to speak of and my nephews are only like 4 years old.

Now what's funny is they saw a helicopter fly by and were so awe struck proclaiming, "A plane!" I'm like, "No no, that's a helicopter!" New word alert. They thought that made it even cooler.

We come inside to eat and my oldest nephew notices the little Stanley Cup flag is waving and can't figure out why. My mother says, "The fan is on it's blowing it see?" and they both look up as if they had never before known there was a ceiling fan there before. I say, "It's like a helicopter." And my oldest nephew turns and looks at my mom, his grandma, and says, "Auntie Wiggles is right. It is like a helicopter."



Tuesday, June 2, 2009

Feet, Who Needs Them?

So yesterday's tests were productive, which is good considering how miserable they were.

Seems there is, "A serious issue with the nerve and muscle communication." But the doctor doesn't want to make me nervous (he apparently doesn't realize who he's talking to), so he won't throw out possibilities until I undergo more extensive testing. Translation: more needle torture.

The problem is apparently not the feet themselves but something higher up along the route? Which makes sense. Unfortunately no one has much of a clue as to where along the route yet.

His reaction to my test results was more or less, "I have no idea how you've managed to be walking." Which had me wanting to slap someone because that's what I said back when this all started. Everyone seems to forget how high my pain threshold is, so when I say something hurts, it hurts in a mighty mighty way.

Ah well, on to the next stabbings.