Art.
A slowly-expanding entry about Brandon Bird.
Man of the day: Brandon Bird.
A California artist with a mastery of one thousand styles, Brandon make paintings that are restrained yet terribly funny, putting absurdity in such a sincere light that only McSweeney’s can really hope to match.
Check out The Lesson Of The Geese, or The Anguish, two of my favorites.
I originally found him by being linked to his The Norton Anthology exhibit.
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Conversations.
A slowly-expanding entry featuring the night’s best IMs. Until midnight tonight, you still have a chance of getting on here, so hop to it.
Anne Louise: I SIEN ATER N MY KEYBAR
Anne Louise:AAAAAAAA
Anne Louise: MY KEYS NT RK
Doug Nelson: your keys not rock?
Doug Nelson: that’s unfortunate.
Anne Louise: EXATY
Doug Nelson: she was like “i must tell you of transport hilarity, when you sign back on”
Doug Nelson: but i took too long, TOO LONG, and now she’s probably battling some horrible woods creature
Jenn: no
Jenn: probably not
Jenn: are you supposed to be making puppet t?
Doug Nelson: yeah, puppet T
Doug Nelson: i’ll do it really lazy and call it “stylized”
Jenn: hehe
Timoni: And I got…one email!
Doug Nelson: yes, but, from me
Doug Nelson: so it barely counts.
Timoni: Oh, two emails
Doug Nelson: HAH.
Doug Nelson: hmph.
Timoni: you = fancypants
Timoni: me = white trash
Doug Nelson: that’s going on my blog.
Doug Nelson: hi!! how are pastries?
Mele: ahoyhoy! they are all a’bed.
Doug Nelson: heehee, you just addressed me in the style of C. montgomery burns, i think.
Doug Nelson: and, excellent. good show!
Mele: tucked in by the sugarplum fairy
Mele: old chap!
Doug Nelson: that’s the best image.
Doug Nelson: i want to draw it.
Doug Nelson: you wandering around, tucking pies in
Doug Nelson: singing them songs.
Mele: oh! will that make me blogable?
Doug Nelson: ….i suppose.
Doug: and, actually, my rap name is Mint Minty D.
Doug: it implies both FRESHNESS and the creation of state-approved FUNDS
Doug: the two tenets of my rap philosophy.
Mele: and the letter D
Doug: yes. That too.
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Funk.
See funk here.
I went out to the parking lot to head off for lunch, and of course, hit play on “The Final Countdown.”
And then, of course, I had to sing harmony, falsetto, at the top of my lungs.
I stopped when I noticed a girl laughing her head off the car beside mine. Although, I’m not that embarrassed about it: Come ON. It’s the Final Countdown. It demands your respect.
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I totally forgot that my subcommittee report is due Friday.
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I am totally out of it today. I can’t figure out if I’m sick or just recovering from massive fatigue. Either way, I’m messing up tons of words and entirely unable to focus.
Everyone I know is sick, so, I suppose it was only a matter of time before my turn.
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Leina’ala reminds me: Many of you have not heard of one of my favorite artists. My next entry may be about him.
Getting so much work done tonight. It shall be out of the way for-ever.
In other news: I got ROBBED, O’Reilly. ROBBED.
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In my voicemail box:
“Hi, this is Jennifer. I was looking at your website, and I found dozens of broken links. Thank you.”
No, thank YOU, Jennifer. Thank YOU.
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I accidentally left my headphones at home today. It’s been an hour, and I’m already nearing some kind of annoyance breaking point. AUGH.
I have more coming up, peoplewise, than ever. And it’s stil not enough: I have been IGNORING certain folk. Insert guilty look. Thankfully, my Sunday just cleared out (actually, I just hadn’t read the movie schedule in a while), so I can come into the office that morning and get one big thing done. But. GOSH.
I’m so overbooked. I just realized I nearly agreed to do four things with/for four people at the exact same time.
MASSIVE TO DO LIST:
(note to self, update all this stuff in the hipPDA, or else you will continue to doublebook everything and anger people)
EVENTS:
- The next four days: OnTap work.
- Friday: Work. Jenn.
- Saturday: Cat playdate for sure. Partything with AL.
- Sunday: Movie. I think. They need to let me know. Maybe Jenn Jenn Jenn.
- Monday-Friday: Nervous.
- Saturday: Meeting fancy new folk. (There is literally no event in all of DC that day worth going to. Thanks, lazies!) Also, AJ’s supposedly legendary Jinglefest is that night, potentially late into said night/next morning, which might merit a brief stopby and subsequent debate over the rankings of the most awesome colossi.
- Sunday: Potentially, the movie. Augh, I need to lock this stuff down.
PROJECTS:
- Must send off Bedrock items/invoice tonight.
- Continental flyer needs to be finished tonight.
- Mom’s t-shirt needs to be finished tonight.
- Plan to throw boss surprise birthday party next week.
- I need to finish all Christmas shopping by this weekend.
- Buy clothesline, clothespins.
- Buy cologne because old bottle exploded mid-flight. Thinking of switching to Axe.
- Find the CD that Mom and Dad swore they were only lending to me but I may have thrown out.
- Do a design for the blog.
- Hang out with Sima soon.
- Call Matt.
- Babysit Leina’ala’s kittens over the break.
- Her cats are totally cute.
- Clean floor with Orange Glo.
- Finish this huge project I’m ignoring at work.
But back home. Time to do a little Flickring, then some work.
It looks like the laptop has died on me (by ‘died’ I mean ‘I hit it and now it will not boot up,’ so it’s time to get a newer one. I know I need to be all savey, but this couldn’t have happened at a better time: Payday, plus three clients have sent me the Dollars.
The time, it’s a 1ghz with a 40gb hard drive, will will be a lot nicer ANNNDD have a warranty.
YAWWWNNNNNNN. I didn’t sleep until 3 last night, which is bad, seeing that I got up at 4. But I learned soooo much Japanese on the plane. And the cat is supercuddly right now. I’m off for a bit!
TO DO:
Robstration
Finish AFAC work
Finish Bedrock work
Finish Mom work
Invoice Bedrock
Think about things to do
Post an MP3 entry to rival Timoni
Buy food
Eat it
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Just got finished uploading new Flickr photos.
Also, two new freelance jobs just hit the inbox.
But for now: Sleep. I can’t get anything done if my eyes won’t stop burning. Night, world. See you, er, tonight.
Suddenly, completely tapped out. In that weird mode where I’m sleepy and hungry and defensive and sulky ALL AT THE ONCE. Maybe vaguely sick, I don’t know.
I think I’m giving up on trying something for Threadless. I still got some reading and etc. done tonight, though. The rest of this week is going to be WORK NIGHTMARE, and I have Dodge Jackson on Sunday, so everything is pretty packed.
Of course, I say that, but I’ll get home at noon tomorrow and have everything finished by five, if I actually feel like doing it.
My age-old fallback of “I’ll just go live in Wisconsin when things get too rough” is now out: I’ve learned that Wisconsin is unbearably cold. Time to make a new plan.
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FUN WITH PHONICS (brief boredom between Japanese chapters) and BESTFRENJENN:
doug dot nelson: yes, i know “psychosi” isn’t real.
jenn: psychoses
doug dot nelson: i know. mine’s better.
jenn: hehe
jenn: SY KO SY
doug dot nelson: hahahahhahahaha the japanese word for China is GOB’s chicken sound
doug dot nelson: “chu-go-koo-go!”
jenn: hahaha
doug dot nelson: “that’s not how a chicken sounds! CHICKENS DON’T CLAP!”
jenn: i ont feel so good
doug dot nelson: sicky? 
jenn: yeah.
doug dot nelson: lie downnn!
doug dot nelson: or drink the pink.
jenn: DRINK the PINK
doug dot nelson: i know, it’s totally catchy.
jenn: i like it. submit it to pepto bismol now.
doug dot nelson: i’ll have kids drinking pepto just to be cool.
doug dot nelson: “Pepto Is It!”
doug dot nelson: “Generation Pepto.’
Okay, weird family dinnertimenow.
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About to go off and play a FMLY GAME, but wanted to note something:
While bored out of my mind the other day, I figured out that I can count to a reasonably high number while carrying on a conversation, simply by visualizing the progressing numbers in black Akzindenz Grotesk on white. TRY IT (AG is my sans serif, but go with what works).
Try not to imagine the sounds of the numbers, think of something else entirely, make up a speech about it and count as you do so.
With a little practice, I found I could time things as I was talking, and even continue to count while yelling out entirely random numbers (as little sisters do while you’re trying to add up scores).
Much harder: Try counting back from ten while you count up from zero in your mind. Now, try fifteen. Now, twenty. I’m still working on twenty.
Let’s pretend this entire entry doesn’t exist, okay?
After game, I must come back and internet/loudly profess my interest in English umbrellas (igirisu no kasa)!
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