Several months ago I put up a post titled “Overbooked: A Hedonistic Tale of Excess.” I’m currently working toward a solution for the question posed at the end: where are all the books I don’t have room for on my shelf supposed to go?
Today, I’ve spent about twelve hours on my feet painting what will be the most awesome shelves to ever hold a book. If there are more typos than usual in this post despite it’s brevity that’s because I’m exhausted. I’ve been up ‘til the wee small hours almost every night this week working on my shelves and stuff. I can almost see the finish line.
Too tired to procure a relevant image. But there are a lot of pictures in the post linked above, if you’re into that sort of thing.
Although I guess I could put up the latest drawing Jose posted over at that other blog I sometimes say something at. That would kinda be more relevant, right? Sorta?
Ta-dah! There it is. Gorgeous, ain’t it? It's for a story I wrote called "Of Nothing." I can't wait to see the rest of the images that go with this.
Okay. To bed with me.
Next Time: Prepare to be amazing by my amazing eye for amazing design!
Jose’s medium study (which means "not the finished thing," which I think is crazy because it looks ready to go to me!):
He talks more about the process of choosing how to use the medium here. Interesting stuff.
And on to the stylish blogger award which I received from Marjorie a ba-jillion years ago, but am just now getting to post my response for.
Seven things about me…
I’m really excited about the new Stroke’s album Angles which comes out this Tuesday! (pleasedon’tsuckpleasedon’tsuckpleasedon’tsuck)
A few of weeks ago, I ran my cell phone’s battery down to 0% (while it was plugged into the wall and charging) because I was playing Angry Birds FOR HOURS.
That self-satisfied smirk those pigs give when you loose a level really stokes my fury! (Smug pigs! Won’t be so smirky when I crush you!)
Cinnamon deserts and drinks are my favorite. (Churros and horchata all the way, baby!) Followed by lemony stuff.
Parenthood is currently my favorite show and it’s exciting for me because after the personal devastation of Pushing Daisies being cancelled I thought I’d never love again.
At the dentist last week, I had this song stuck in my head:
(I’m sure I’m the only person that has ever happened to.)
I used to watch Little Shop of Horrors A LOT as a kid.
Now, ten bloggers who are stylin’ and profilin’ (while in the sun—name that quote!!):
Faith Erin Hicks (I know I just posted something about her a little while ago, but she’s kinda my unofficial comics creator of the month and I think everyone should read EVERYTHING by her!)
And, on a completely unrelated note, because it’s awesome:
Anyway, no personal writing revelations or endless meanderings of random thoughts this post. I have a deadline to meet today (…or tomorrow? No! Today! TODAY!) Even though it’s self-imposed I must take it seriously because, when working with a partner, if you slack on your end you're holding up someone else’s progress...and I’m already behind where I’d prefer to be at this point. I’m almost done with this batch of writing/over-elaborate thumbnailing/character designing, but I’ve still got quite a bit left to do. Thus, short post.
But I would like to take a moment to thank Marjorie for giving me the Stylish Blogger Award.
Thanks, Marjorie!
(I’ll do the ten and ten before the week is up.)
Also, I was trying to tell my mom and my sister about how the other day when I was waiting in line at the crafts store, I saw a woman at the registers who was showing a good three to four inches of her butt crack. Not because she was bending over or because her pants were inadvertently slipping down, but because she was a grown woman wearing a pair of pants meant for a ten year old. Words wouldn’t do the spectacle justice:
I offer this illustration without exaggeration.
Please, don't be this person.
(Personally, I'd be afraid of something falling in.)
Going into this blogging thing, I told myself, “Cacy, don’t be random. Embrace focus.” Alas and alack, to be focused is not my nature. It was only a matter of time before my randomness broke through and I diverged from topics relating to writing and books. I can try to say, hey, this random thing relates to writing-slash-books because of XYZ, but I decided not to lie to myself, or you. Sometimes, you just gotta let yourself be random—I’ll at least try to relegate it to Wednesdays.
So this weekend, I was reading my six-year-old niece the story of Beauty and the Beast from this big book of fairy tales. I had to explain to her that there are a lot of different versions of the story because she kept comparing it to the Disney movie. She went further to say, “We used to watch it on…What do you call it? The black thing.”
“Black thing?” I said.
“You know, it’s black and it has the white circles.” She traced shapes in the air.
“Oh. A video tape.”
“Yeah. We used to watch the video tape, but the thing you put it in broke.”
“You mean a VCR.”
“Yeah, a VCR.”
As an experiment, just to double check, I pointed to the entertainment center across from us and asked, “What do you call that thing?”
She looked at me like I was weird. “A DVD player.”
“And what do you put inside one of those.”
“A DVD.”
It is the end of an era, people. Goodbye, VHS and VCR. I knew you well. Yeah, okay, so they’ve been out of the picture for a while, but there’s nothing like a conversation with the generation who are going to forget that the technology of your youth ever existed to really drive the point home.
Although I do need to find myself a functioning VCR. Cleaning out the garage a few months ago, I found a video tape labeled “Cacy’s Cartoons.” Pull it out of its cardboard case, and there’s a second label (written on in pink marker) that reads, “Don’t record over! This means you!!! Cartoons only!!! With Cacy’s permission!!! So stop if you’re thinking about it!!!”
I meant business. You could tell by all the exclamation points. I need to find out what’s on it. It could be the Spiderman series from the 90s (which was my favorite) or some of the shows from ABC’s One Saturday Morning Block (Pepper Anne, Bump in the Night maybe even - dare I think it - REBOOT!). Though I’m hoping it will contain some of the really random and obscure cartoons that I’m sure no one but me remembers even though I can still sing their theme songs (Ned’s Newt, Stickin’ Around, Science Court).
Gosh, I love cartoons.
Speaking of which, are Saturday morning cartoons a thing of the past? On cable there’s Cartoon Network, Nick Toons, Toon Disney, Boomerang, and what seems to be a plethora of channels that allow 24/7 access to cartoons. I was a dedicated Saturday-morning-cartooner. I was up before the sun to catch those cartoons no one else watched because they only aired at 5am on Saturday (Sky Dancers, Dragon Ball – that’s Dragon Ball, not Dragon Ball Z, Pokemon before it got all popular and moved to a later time that conflicted with my other shows so I had to be like, sorry Pokemon, I choose Spiderman.)
I even watched the lesser Sunday morning cartoons that came on the one channel that thought they could carve a niche for themselves by putting their kid’s programming on Sundays instead of Saturdays. (I remember something about teens who turned into cars to fight evil. It wasn’t very good, but I watched it.)
My cartoon watching wasn’t just a weekend hobby. Oh no, I had my before school cartoons (The Mask, Sailor Moon, Mummies Alive <--AWESOMENESS!). I had my after school cartoons (Gummy Bears, Darkwing Duck – look out! – TaleSpin, Gargoyles), even though I wasn’t allowed to watch TV after school because I was supposed to be doing my homework. But when you have a passion you do what you have to.
When I got to high school, and none of my friends watched cartoons anymore, I was still committed and the cartoons were still awesome (Recess, Powerpuff Girls, Invader Zim, Batman Beyond, Invasion America – where’s book two, Spielberg!?! Where is book two!?!).
I didn’t realize what to call my love affair with cartoons until I was in college and a creative writing teacher wanted the class to do presentations on what we were obsessed with. The night before my turn to present, I honestly and truly thought I had nothing to call an obsession. Until, well after midnight, I looked around my room. I had stuff like this taped to my headboard:
(Boy, sometimes I forget what a big dork I am until I dig up a picture like this.)
And on my TV was Cartoon Network/Adult Swim, which was the station my TV was on about 50% of the time. (It was on Nickelodeon and Disney Channel, another 30%). Needless to say, I realized what I should do my presentation on.
I miss the days when network television offered a wide variety of cartoons (in the allotted time spots). These days, if you don't have cable it's like cartoons don't exist anymore. I don't have cable. I'm not so up-to-date on the latest in animated television, but I still love cartoons. I was so excited to hear that Genndy Tartakovsky (almost spelled it right without having to look it up!) had a new series that I got the season pass on itunes. I cannot wait for Nick's new Avatar series (and my family and friends had to endure a two-year tirade from me on how bad the movie was going to be--it started the moment I found out Shyamalan was writing, directing and producing it). I think a Venture Bros movie would be too much awesome for one screen and I'll be first in line to see it. And look what my sister got me for Christmas:
I’m starting to think I’ll never grow up.
Quote of the Week:
“It’s pink, and it stinks like cake!” – My six-year-old niece.
Why is this the Quote of the Week? Because it sounds like something Invader Zim would say. (In case you couldn't tell, I'm something of a fan...)
