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    The Rules:

    The THREE ACT SPEAKEASY is here for you to vent, to express, and to learn. This is your chance to perform -- but you're also in the audience, guv, and are expected to behave as such. So your skits at the steely Whitechapel microphone will ALL and ALWAYS be divided into three sections:

    1: The Boo. The Get-It-Off-Your-Chest. The "I've-Had-A-Shit-Week-And-I-Need-To-Vent". Your chance to scream silently into the face of Internet apathy, and trepan your pressurized consciousness. Deposit your spleen here.

    2: The Huzzah. Wherein you tell us something which goes just a teensy way to mitigating the effects of the psychic turd you just laid on our heads. Perhaps it's a tiny hint of hope in an otherwise bleak situation. Perhaps it's an unrelated Thing Which Happened which made you smile rather than frown. Shit, maybe it's just a silly joke. Show us you can cope as well as carp.

    3: The Applause. You will choose one of your fellow whitechapellers, from this same thread. Doesn't have to be the person who posted before you - just someone whose story touched you. And you will offer them a word of advice, or comfort, or support, to help them with their own SECTION 1 Whinge. Doesn't have to be much. A sentence, a word, a bloody emoticon - whatever. Just a paltry donation to the art of Thinking Of Others. And try to avoid schmaltz, please, or the Urethral Maggots will feast anew. Circle of life, kids.

    Naturally, the first person to respond here is excused from Stage 3.

    • CommentAuthorroadscum
    • CommentTimeOct 20th 2012
    Evening all. As you may have noticed i have been mercifully quiet round here recently. There are reasons for that, nothing particularly dramatic and mostly down to my own failings but nothing much to make a fuss about, as i mentioned elsewhere, i am not dead. I am however, seething in a mire of minor irritations that are, to a greater or lesser extent, taking the edge off things a bit. Here are a few of them, in no particular order:-

    I am currently getting my internets via the digital equivalent of two empty cocoa tins and a bit of string, namely tethering my phone to my laptop and placing myself at the mercy of the somewhat erratic 3 mobile signal.This is because i got a little bit fed up with the technical help i was getting from the ever so polite but effectively useless bods at BT and in what can only be described as a rage driven fit of pique, told them to cancel everything. Including my phone line. Clever, that. Now i have to sort out new e-mail addresses before the old ones expire at the end of the month, re register my flickr account and sort out a new broadband supplier. Unfortunately as far as Virgin Media are concerned, my address doesn't exist, despite the flat downstairs having been a customer for a while. Hmm, there's a thought, maybe it's because the flat downstairs was a customer for a while... Anyway, for the time being at least, i am a non person on their system and cannot be connected. All the other broadband providers need a BT line and i've just gone and cancelled that. I could go on, it's not that important, it's a pain in the arse but i will get it sorted out, i've been through worse, just a bit. All things considered i feel a bit guilty moaning about it here, but there you go, first world problems and all that.

    Next up:- Work. People ask me to do things, the sensible response to which should be a curt 'No, fuck off.' I open my mouth to say this and before i can do anything to stop it, a 'Yes, ok.' falls out instead. I recently found myself agreeing to a delightful combination of mixed night and day shifts which leaves me with less money, more work and, on my days off, not sure if i should be awake or asleep. It is hammering me into the ground and not at all good for my state of mind and it's all my own bloody stupid fault. Fortunately i can afford to turn around and say 'Sorry chaps, this job is soooo lovely i feel bad about keeping it all to myself, i'm going to let you give it to someone else to enjoy now' Or words to that effect. It is possible that the phrase 'Bucket of shit' may be used at some point.

    All this being so tired i don't know whether i'm awake or asleep has had a knock-on effect of putting me out of the running for a number of pleasant entertainments that should have been shared with other people and has left them somewhat disappointed with me, which is going to take some effort on my part to undo and leaves me feeling like i've let them down, which i have. I really must learn to say no top things, especially work.

    Finally, Health. Still feeling, more often than not, like crap. Off to hospital next week for more uncomfortable and undignified pokings and proddings without much hope of any meaningful results. I am somewhat disappointed that none of the assorted medical professionals that have previously poked, prodded, bled and whatevered me in increasingly unpleasant and ingenious ways appear to have the faintest clue as to what is going on and why i am feeling so bloody ill most of the time. Things are going on which really are not very nice and make life more than a bit difficult and the best i get is a few pills of dubious effectiveness and told i'll just have to put up with it. I am certain that this could be sorted out properly given sufficient effort, i am almost certain that if i want that i'll have to get it privately, which i am just as certain will be out of my financial reach. This is annoying. Still, i am not dead, which is good.

    Now, the goods: First up my thanks to Allana and Mr Sizer, it's always nice to receive a little positive feedback, more so when one is a little down in the dumps. I could go on, it would get embarrassing, so i won't. But thanks, it was nice.

    And, even though i am like a shuffling sleep deprived zombie most of the time at the moment, i managed to get out and take a few more night pictures (the night shift helped) and managed to get at least one that i quite liked.

    Also, i have food, money and secure accommodation, i live a comfortable, cosy life that i could only dream of in my younger days. Admittedly, things are not entirely perfect, but i am not dead, and that gives me a whole range of options that would not be available if i was. The world is going to hell in a handcart, life is shit and then you die and all that, but fuck it, i am still breathing, there are places i have not been, there are sights i have not seen, there are things to do!

    The applause: Mr Flecky, because i really, really want you to win and i know what a vile roller-coaster you're riding. There will be ups, there will be downs and you will be sick, at least at some point. Stick with it sunshine, you are going places, you really are.

    Oldhat. Depression is a beast, it can be beaten though. Getting out and doing things helps, at least in my experience. Your pictures are fascinating and inspiring and there haven't been enough of them recently, i hope we get to see some more here soon. The only thing you can do about the past is try to get over it. I know i'm sounding horribly trite, but you are better than you think you are and there are more things in front of you than you can see, i hope you manage to get out there soon and have a look around.

    Allana. Never underestimate the stupidity of the people you have to work with.

    Everyone. Be strong, endure, all things pass. Like bedtime, that's long past for me and i've got work tomorrow. Goodnight world.
    • CommentTimeOct 21st 2012
    The Good

    Good things have happened. I think. Kind of?

    The Bad

    Getting my wisdom teeth yanked tomorrow. It shouldn't be too bad since it's just getting teeth pulled (they're not impacted, I'm getting them pulled because my jaw is completely out of alignment and when I bite down they're the only ones that touch now), but none of it is covered so I'm paying for the whole thing out of pocket. That's gonna be pretty uniquely fiscally painful. At least I'm not out the $500 dollars the general anesthesia would cost me (I'M GONNA BE AWAKE, BITCHES).

    Also mood or whatever.

    The Fugly Huglies

    @Roadscum, it's nice to see you around here. I hope your health stuff gets sorted out! Getting poked and prodded is no fun.
    • CommentTimeOct 21st 2012 edited
    Job sucks, not enough hours, exhaustion, depression, general post-excitement lows etc. So I guess the usual? I can't wait for the election to be over because for the most part, the ads etc is just... annoying and depressing and shitty. I really miss my old job, and my friends from that job. I suppose the contrast from my old job and my current job is the most depressing. Woo hoo.

    If you hadn't guessed, Father Ted reference hur hur. I went to a play last night with my former (totally awesome) boss. I may live in a town of around 2,000 people, but somehow the town manages to support a very active theater. Among other fancy stuffs. I'm going to be doing something fun tomorrow, though I'm not sure exactly what. I'm working out a deal with my mom where we help each other with chores so that cleaning actually happens (and sucks less).

    @roadscum: "shuffling sleep deprived zombie" I wish I did not relate to that phrase so much. I hope you get better at saying no to your co-workers and get some sleep. Because you know, sleep = the best thing ever.

    @oldhat: Hugs for all the shit you've been having to deal with.

    edit: apparently I took a little long to comment, so here's to the fabulous @dorkmuffin: The Fiona Apple photos are pretty sweet. I've had my wisdom teeth pulled, and while the needles in my mouth is freaky freaky shit (novacaine etc), once that's past, it's really not that bad. And hey, at least it's not a filling so you don't have to listen to a drill in your mouth. I'm sorry you have to pay for it out of pocket, that always sucks. Actually, lack of dental insurance etc is why I haven't been to the dentist in quite a while. So, yeah.
    • CommentTimeOct 22nd 2012
    I've had an interesting week on the internets.


    Got drawn into a flame war with a pre-op transgender militant feminist noise artist (yes, really) about depictions of vaginas in my writing. Accused of being a misogynist, and generally pilloried up and down the Facebooks, which was made worse by most of my friends acting like three-year olds or illiterate 4Chan trolls. The whole thing's still going on - apparently she called the cops on me today because I "threatened" her in the discussion (needless to say, I didn't). The whole incident was very stressful and tiresome, and as a result I've decided not to post on my Facebook personal page any more. Still on there, PM-ing and admin-ing pages and groups, but I feel like I've been burned by stupid, pointless flame wars too often now to make it worth my while being there. A shame, as I enjoyed FB and most of the chats / discussions I've had there, but it's not worth stressing myself out over. Now waiting to see if the police arrive at my door. Pretty sure they won't.


    We released the first synthpop album to grace the Black Lantern site - COLLAPSE by MR MORSE. These guys are Ukrainian - they found us via the filesharing sites in Eastern Europe, who have re-upped and re-posted a bunch of the label's content. When we started, it was a label for about six close friends in Scotland. Nowmost of our downloads come from the US and the former USSR, we average about 1500 downloads for each artist, and we're negotiating paid, proper distribution for three or four of our artists. Finally feels like the label is a proper 'going concern' and it's a huge personal victory to be able to keep releasing stuff of such a high quality, reflecting my changing tastes... I'm proud of the hard work I put into this label.


    @oldhat - Stay strong, stay healthy, read comics. Good call. Look after yourself, you are awesome.

    @Trini - Sorry to hear life's getting you down, awesome that you're still doing creative stuff. Keep it up!

    @Dorkmufiin - Hope the wisdom teeth weren't too bastard coming out.

    @Roadscum - Good to see you back round these parts, keep venting, don''t let the bastards get you down!

    @Si - CROSSED WYWH just goes from strength to strength. Applause!
    • CommentTimeOct 22nd 2012 edited
    Fourth attempt at writing!


    - I feel pretty shitty saying that I'm still going through the things from the last Open Mic thread. Especially since good things are happening. But I don't know. It's why I'm distracting myself, I guess. Once the distraction or awesome thing is done it's back to the numbness and I...blegh. I honestly hate talking about it, even though this is pretty much the only place I DO talk about it. Trying to talk to parents is worthless and with friends there's too much of a mixed reaction among them that I'd rather just not say anything (a mix of not wanting to make them feel awkward and me not wanting to make that topic suck the fun out of things). But the concern and asking if I'm alright is nice to experience (and thank you all who have said kind stuff) I'm dealing. Admittedly getting tired of needing a few days and several attempts to reply to an e-mail, but I'm dealing.


    - Toronto Whitechapel meet was a lot of fun! Drinking! Ranting! 52lb bag of comics to take home! And oh, how I'm enjoying them. Big reads at the moment are Marshal Law and DORK!

    - Brewpot came in and before I knew it I had sanitized all my gear and went to work making the hefeweizen. After 5 hours the damn thing is STILL cooling outside, so I'm looking at a late night until the temp of the wort goes down another ten degrees and I can pitch the yeast.

    - Got a photo job. Promotional images for a music artist. Good money. Meeting up with the artist on wednesday to discuss ideas/wardrobe/concept etc.


    - Trini, you win with the Father Ted references. :)
    - Texture, thank you for the messages. Mr. Morse was my soundtrack today. Loved it!
    - roadscum, get well soon. You're no good to us sick, damn it!
    - dork, eesh. I had a root canal with no anesthesia. Not fun.
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      CommentAuthormister hex
    • CommentTimeOct 23rd 2012
    DOWN - I love my cat but he shits all over the place. (Not ALL over the place but he does it out of spite.)
    I, too, am dealing with isolation and depression. (I KNOW, right? I'm usually so charming and up-beat!) My work is back-breaking, soul-crushing and bad for my health. I don't sleep enough, not eating properly, I'm angry ALL THE TIME and I try to mask that with humour that just makes me sound like a psychopath. "Like a joke without humour, told over and over, until it begins to resemble a threat." Got no money (seriously, the illegal immigrant cleaners from Guatemala make more dosh than I do), the people I work with are usually the only people I see on a regular basis and while they're alright, they're ... grey. Dull, grey, lifeless normals, with whom I struggle to make conversation, for a reason I don't fully understand. One guy is a MAJOR pedant and film buff, who spends an eight-hour shift asking me what my opinions on Orson Welles or my favorite movie villains or some dvd steelbook he got from the Criterion Collection or trying to get me to watch one of his movies, do I want to borrow this, have I ever seen thhat, what do I think about this. It's, like, "DUDE. Shut the fuck UP." And he's a nice guy but I wanna kick him in the face. (I used to argue with customers about Russian Literature when I worked at the bookstore and now neither my bosses nor my co-workers have ever knowingly graduated from high school.)

    UP(?) - Got some things done that I'd been meaning to do. Got my cat, and that's a big plus because now I have somebody to talk to who absolutely loves hanging out with me and doesn't care that I'm nasty and smell funny. And as soon as I finish writing this, I am going to buy beer and try to get some sleep before I have to go back to work this evening. As much beer as I can carry (or afford - Beck's is on special at the moment and THANK GOD FOR THAT.) And I have to ride my bike in the rain but that's okay.


    dork - dental work sucks.
    trini - work sucks, too. I can sympathize all day, my dear.
    oldhat - you magnificent woman. Wait'll you read STIG"S INFERNO. And if it's Marshall Law yer after, I'm looking at the first miniseries right now. Ever read Miracleman? Want to?
    • CommentTimeOct 23rd 2012 edited
    The good:

    Wisdom tooth yanking went smoothly. Er... as smoothly as it could I guess. Though, one of my teeth required a good five minutes of yanking to properly remove. But the oral surgeon was joking with me as she did it, so that was helpful. THanks for all the well-wishing! Here's hoping I don't end up with dry socket. Eugh.

    Also, I convinced the man friend to bring me instant mashed potatoes which made for a fucking excellent alternative to the loads of sweet stuff I've had to eat (frozen yogurt, applesauce, yogurt).

    The bad:

    I'm only eating the softest possible foods. Also holy crap, why am I not eating Jello instant pudding?? Their devil's food flavor tastes like rich hot chocolate but as a cold pudding. ROOKIE MISTAKE. Also I get to go back to work tomorrow and do my salt water rinses and eat only pudding etc. Maybe I'll graduate to mac and cheese by tomorrow.


    Hugs for EVERYONE. And thank you all for the good wishes! So far, so good.
      CommentAuthormister hex
    • CommentTimeOct 23rd 2012
  3.  (10874.11)
    Just spent 20 minutes writing a long post which included a response to everyone above, only to have it not go through....

    Fun for everyone
    Can we all agree I said some pretty nice things to all of you and move on?
    You're all awesome.

    Personal Win.
    Finished a video I shot months ago and shot another I plan to finish in the next 14 days. Gonna create content if it kills me.
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    @Oldhat - Hex is correct in suggesting Miracleman. Anyone who suggests Miracleman is automatically correct.
    • CommentAuthorFlabyo
    • CommentTimeOct 24th 2012
    The Wailing and Gnashing of Teeth:

    Well, this has been a fine couple of weeks and no mistake. This weekend just gone I laid my friend to rest at a really impressive funeral service. He'd been a large part of the demo scene for some years, and some of the music he'd composed was played in the church. He would've found that utterly hilarious. Then I got hopelessly drunk, and somehow managed to get home despite multiple taxis and a train being involved.

    This of course comes after the anniversary of my own mothers death, although that was more than ten years ago now so it's not as raw as it used to be.

    To cap all that, the company chose that day to put me 'at risk' of redundancy. Naturally I've found it quite hard to concentrate on getting my job life sorted with so much else going on.

    Also: I have the man flu, and rather than go away it keeps completely shifting symptoms.

    The Silver Lining:

    Had a good long chat with my financial advisor about my investments and the potential redundancy offer that's on the table, and it looks like I should be able to run for well over a year without needing any income at all. Now I have no intention of sitting on my backside for an entire year before finding new work, it does mean I don't have to panic and jump at the first vaguely interesting role that comes my way (this is something I've done in the past, and it never works out).

    All in all, this could be the push I've needed for a long time now to get out of my rut and move onto the next part of my life. It's sad that it always does take some kind of external shove to make me do this though.

    The Community:

    @dorkmuffin : As someone that's had three wisdom teeth out so far, they're definitely better out than in. The salt water mouthwash is definitely the best thing I found to heal them up quickly.
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    Moving. Fucking. House. Goddammit. Never again, not if I can help it. The old house is mostly clean but there's still a lot to do, the van's still full of totally miscellaneous crap for which there is no room because I haven't finalised the transaction of a case of beer for a garden shed yet, my sinuses are full of bleach, the yard at the old place still looks like Pripyat and I'm already getting antsy phone calls from the landlady despite being paid up till next Sunday. Plus yesterday I had to carry two antique wardrobes up a cliff.


    The new place, while tatty, is so excellent that I keep waking up in the morning thinking I'm on some strange family holiday where we've brought all of our possessions along. There's birdsong, and morning sun, and climbing roses over the door, and pressed metal ceilings, and no slugs in the bedrooms or mould on the everything. Also, I got accepted into the Fisher's Ghost Art Award, and had a really inspiring and positive phone call from the Interarts chap from the Australia Council this afternoon.

    The whole family is in love with the proper-sized yard with a mango tree and a Hill's Hoist. The cat is settling in nicely. I can hear him snoring. There's a cricket in our bedroom. Nothing says bedtime better than a cricket's song and a cat's snores.


    Texture, man, the label, that's bloody amazing. That's a seriously big achievement in the current arts remuneration climate. Props, bloke! Regarding the militant flamer, don't let her get you down. Chalk it up to a learning experience, and don't give drama queens the oxygen ever again. Just block with extreme prejudice. Wise Confucius says: the Internet is a sea of idiots. To argue with an idiot on the Internet is to argue with the sea. (Sorry to be a Cnut about it!)

    Roadscum - I feel your pain. I've been there. Sleep debt accrues interest like a mafia loan. The danger is that when the moment of wig snap finally occurs, a good few bridges may be burnt. If it's starting to feel like this, then this is probably coming. Run, man! Get out while there's time!
    • CommentTimeOct 24th 2012
    @Kay Orchison Thank you for the message of support. Really appreciated, and the same goes to everyone who hit me up on Twitter and FB.

    @oldhat Glad you enjoyed Mr Morse, I think it's an absolutely beautiful album. So pleased to share it with people.
      CommentAuthormister hex
    • CommentTimeOct 24th 2012

    Ugh. One MORE day (night?) of work and it won't be a good one, trust me. On the plus side, I think I've raised the tone, as everyone seems to want to try to have a joke with me. My robust North American laugh and foul-tempered sense of humour has inspired my somewhat more verbose and multi-syllabic coworkers to UNLEASH HELL in an effort to make me laugh. As ever, I crack them up so they try to one-up ME. [Short Story My-Work-Sucks Time - my boss (who isn't even sure who I am) is a bittofa doofus and always duplicates orders so we see them same things, NIGHT AFTER NIGHT and the same boiler-plate communication as he can't be knackered to actually talk to anyone and look them in the eye and tell us what to do. We've been short-staffed, as somebody was injured so they complain about him, too. I encourage it and ramp it up to THE LEVEL OF WARREN ELLIS (if I may be so bold) and they always try to top me. And they never can. Because YEARS of introducing the drippings of the Internet Jesus RIGHT INTO MY EYEBALLS has made me HARD AS FUCK.

    NO STABBING, JUST TWISTING, LIKE WE DID LAST SUMMER - The entire English Language is chained to a chair inside MY SKULL. Meditate on THAT.

    @oldhat & greasemonkey - yes, yes, miracleman. Fantastic. Did I say INCLUDING ALL the Gaiman issues? Everything extant?+ (Except number 8, which was a reprint issue. Once you read it, you'll know WHY it was a reprint issue. Didn't a retailer get in trouble for selling the CONTROVERSIAL BIRTH ISSUE (and yes, Alan Moore must have a scrap-book full of headlines that say "CONTROVERSIAL COMIC BOOK BIRTH ISSUE." +(Ooops, I sold APOCRYPHIA but it wasn't very good, anyway.)

    THIS IS only one reason that all Whitechapel folk MUST come to Toronto someday. (NOT in THE WINTER. Unless you like that.)

    • CommentTimeOct 24th 2012
    "The entire English Language is chained to a chair inside MY SKULL. Meditate on THAT. "

    Guh. Patrick, I love you.
    • CommentTimeOct 24th 2012 edited
    Miracleman also has the most unbelievable history of legal fuckery of any comic book, ever. Has Alan Moore ever worked on a property where A) the publisher doesn't fuck him over, and B) the title doesn't disappear down a legal sinkhole?

    Yeah, I own the whole run as well. Softcovers, not singles.
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    I got a concussion from headbutting the freezer at work on accident. Really hard. On friday. And I still have the headache from it, and I'm learning a list of things I like to do that my concussion doesn't want me to do. Like reading, a lot of driving, being out in the light (fuckit Im turning into a vampire. Just not one of those lame twilight glittery ones), and knitting. I think I'm on the mend with it though. Or neutral. But it's annoying as hell. I want my brain b ack.
    Also, yesterday our older boy dog, Remmy, died. The dog that tried to eat the world finally found something to eat on the sly that broke him inside, and there wasn't anything we could do for him- his first signs that something was wrong were signs of m assive organ failure. I sat outside with him while he passed, and held his head and told him what a good, good boy he was, and then my stepdad and I burried him. The house feels wrong, down to one dog. Remmy was such a big boy that its just really noticible that he's not present to make noise and take up space.

    Talked to my stepdad about service dogs so he knows more about what I'm going for, and he knows after this year I need more time before I get a puppy for mysyelf. Mom's trying to get another Stewie dog, and I'll help out with that puppy, but it'll be a family dog and not the SD. But at least the family's talking to me.
    Also should have all my stuff moved in by monday night. Which puts me to 3g(negative :( ) but on the upside, I'll be with stewie dog, there will be food here, and my immune system will be able to chill in the smoke free environment.
    Therapy people are helping me find out resources for getting my own place. Out of a lot of things that have happened, I'm glad I started going to group, even if I was terrified when I started.

    for the love of all things possible, do NOT make the jump to solid or semi solid foods too quickly after a wisdom tooth removal. I think that's my only real advice. That and if anyone whose sick comes near you while you're healing? Kick them the fuck out. Do not be nice. Send them to bora bora or something, because sick+wisdom tooth removal healing=HorribleBad. Try to get plenty of sleep, and just good luck on healing.

    @Hex -
    Cats do not shit out of spite. But there are a lot of reasons cats (especially males that are intact) will shit everywhere OTHER than the catbox, a lot of it being marking their territory and what is theirs with poop, or spray, or urine. It can also be really hard to get boy cats out of the habit once they're in it. (Its less of an issue with female cats from what I've seen, but we did have to put a (fixed) male down for it when I was little, before they knew why cats did what they did, and things to do to help them learn to not do that stuff). Off the top of my head (or what remains)- trying different types of litterboxes, anti-anxiety crud for cats/feliway, enzymatic cleaners for cleaning up the mess, and trying different litters might help. Basically you're trying to figure out ways to make your cat feel more secure so he'll poop where you want him to.

    Also moving and yeh. Understand totally how the place can look like a disaster when the end is near and wtf where to put stuffff. :P You are not alone!! Moving sucks.
  7.  (10874.20)
    The Important Part:
    @texture: Thanks. Not sure I'm actually doing creative stuff, but maybe in the general direction?

    @oldhat: My lovely horse! (I could go on and on.)

    @dorkmuffin: At least you aren't permanently stuck on blended foods. Trust me, it's not pretty.

    @Peter Kelly: I hate it when that happens!

    @Kay: Moving is a right pain in the tuckus.

    @mister hex: Pretty much. I suppose I should be looking for a new job, but I really don't have much hope for finding anything.

    @Rootfireember: Woah take care k?

    The Sads:
    The potentially fun thing that I was looking forward to happening on Monday morning ended up being a new form of torture. Technically, a local artist was showing us the house that was built for her and her husband, and the art prints she had, and then some tea and whatnots. The house is lovely. The art was nice enough, but not the sort that I find particularly interesting. That's ok, Assuming that I would know who all the artists were on her walls because they are "famous New York artists" (however many years ago, considering a chunk of them were dead), was slightly frustrating. Expecting me to know everything about printmaking even though I've barely talked to the woman a couple times, and I'm sure I mentioned that I'm a drawing and photography person, was a bit offputting. Being put on the spot and told I thought certain things, a bit unhappy making. But what really drove me bonkers? After hearing someone else say that her son felt that he was really Indian inside (grew up in Pakistan, lives in India, has an Indian wife, and the list goes on), she claims that she is really "Japanese inside" because she went to Japan once for a month and it all felt very natural to her. Yes. Really. She may have acted out one of my biggest pet peeves. I really hate it when people go somewhere for a short period of time, and then act like they know everything about that place. They have a nice sanitized holiday, and all of a sudden they're fucking experts? Just... no.

    I may have been a bit ranty for the rest of the day. I mean she offered to look at my art, but well, she thinks representational art isn't real art anyway, and she had a habit of being pushy and presumptuous and acting like she was and expert about things she didn't comprehend at all... (Apparently technology is super linear and ruins creative thinking, but she can barely use the internet). I think I'll pass.

    The Not-Sads?
    On the bright side, apparently I have standards or something? I still have a job. Um... I successfully made cheese paste which is this boiled eggs/cheese/mustard/mayo thing you put in sandwiches. I don't feel as shitty as I could. Yes! I am reading books and watching movies and it is all free. Yay libraries! I have awesome friends online. And occasionally I get to talk to my real life friends on facebook? (Which still sucks but the IM function is vaguely handy.) Right.