Remain Calm

By the way, I dunno the source on this, so if anyone knows let me know. I want to give credit where credit is due.

Things I have learned

The move has been a slow process; between Brad getting a second job (woot!!), me working my butt off, and just day to day living it has been a heck of a time just to try to get over there and get the stuff.

At the new place I am living with roommates, both of which are guys (Hi Akshal and Kaz, yep I am talking about you), and it has made me learn some things. Some very valuable things.

Things I have learned:

6. Boys are gross. I am not the most cleanly person myself (I hate folding clothes, and am the most comfortable in pajama pants), but boys are just a whole different breed of dirty.

5. On a related note, boys fart... They fart a lot...

4. Dishes are the worst. I do them (or Brad does them), I look away and BAM more dishes. I thought just 2 people making dirty dishes was bad, but with 4 of us... I think they (the dishes) are multiplying behind our backs. It is the only explanation.

3. My friends are nerds. We game 2 days out of the week (some of our friends game more), and the days we are not playing Brad and the guys are playing Magic the Gathering or we are all playing World of Warcraft.

2. I seriously don't want to have kids yet. With the pets our house is crowded enough, I don't want to add more things that cause smells and get underfoot.

1. Always look before you sit down on the toilet. Wet butt cheeks suck, 'nuff said.

Hopefully we will finish moving soon, because I miss my X-Box.

Whoo hoo!

Moving is a bee-yatch. We are finally moving all of our stuff from the old house to our new one, and I feel useless. My knee is all kinds of icky again. Sigh. Anyways, here is some work I did in photoshop this week. I am trying to get good at PS, and it is just fun to play around with.

Keep in mind that the ship is a work in progress. I can't get the texture of it just right yet.



Just a space background I whipped up.



I dreamed about this ship...literally...
I will keep working on it.

See ya next week!

Sketches

Quick update today.  I got word from the doctor that if I go to 3 or 4 sessions of physical therapy, then I wont need surgery for my knee. To celebrate here is a sketch of a werewolf that I did.

*Update: Is fixed now.

I Drew You a Kitty

Meow B**ches!

Happy Saturday Everyone!

Some days you feel like a nut...
Some days you feel like you are running around on fire.
Tom-ay-to, tom-ah-to

Rage Guy Megan

This happens to me ALL THE TIME!

Anyways, much thanks to Purple who gave me the awesomest set of pens for Christmas!!!!

Craftmas day 8: Glove Love

We are getting close to the end my friends, the end.

Today's fare is another pair of gloves.



I love mittens, but I hate the fact that your fingers are pretty much useless when you have them on. My step-dad has a pair where the top folds back, and I had another "I could do that," moment. I made a pair for Brad, but I also made a couple of pair for my step-brothers. Brad didn't want a thumb, but all the rest of them have one.

They are all warmbly-warm, and I want a pair for myself. Once I get through making the rest of my presents for Christmas, I am probably going to make a pair.

Also if you want your own pair, just let me know. They are 10.00 a pair, and you can pick your color.

Ciao people.

7th Day of Craftmas: Warm hands for cold hearts

For the 7th day of craftmas your blogger made for you:

2 plush hand warmers:


Please ignore the awful dirtiness of my desk.

To make this I used:
A skein of 6 weight yarn
A 10 gauge crochet hook

They are incredibly warm and comfy. I originally made them as a gift, but I am so freaking tempted to keep them for myself.
I will probably still give them away.
Maybe.

The 12 days of Craftblargh...

So, I am sick. The kind of sick where you get nauseated at food commercials. No update today.

Blargh

5th Day of Craftmas: Boxes

Today's big heaping helping of crafts of the day is a re-boxing. We went to a thrift store a few days ago and picked up a box with some neat triangle dominoes. The box was atrocious, all brass and brown plastic and awfulness, but I still wanted to use it, and keep the dominoes.

I came up with this:


It was super simple too.
To make this I used:
An ugly, ugly box
An unwanted book
Glue

See you tomorrow folks.

4th Day of Craftmas

4th Day of Craftmas is upon us ladies and gents, and I am really loving it. Yeah, I had most of the crafts done before hand, but I am really enjoying making stuff. Especially the jewelry. It is relaxing to do.

So here is the third days offering:


To make this I used:

20 gauge copper wire
Found chain that Brad found
Found copper wire
Misc. beads

I was both recycling and making something pretty at the same time.
I am thinking about starting an Etsy page, what do you guys think?

See Ya Tomorrow.

The 2nd Day of Craftmas

On the second day of Craftmas, your blogger made for you....

One D20 Necklace:



For this I used:

15 Gauge Silver wire
Needlenose Pliers
D20

It was inspired by the necklace here from ThinkGeek, and it was my first attempt at wire work. I think if I redid them I would be happier with them, but I still think it turned out very nice.

See Ya Tomorrow!!

MADD is mad

We were driving up Yale today on the way to get some stuff for presents and we passed the MADD headquarters. It got me pondering and I realized that they have like the perfect racket going.

MADD means Mothers Against Drunk Driving, and that's like the easiest cause to support ever. Everyone is against drunk driving. No one is like, "Tonight I am going to get drunk, then run over a couple of kids and ruin my life forever." Being against drunk driving is like being against genocide, or sexual perversion against kittens.

I am not saying I don't support MADD, they do great work. They help to educate the community and have programs for survivors. I'm just saying that they have a stupid name.

I have decided I am going to start my own crusade, it will be called PISS or People Irate at Stupid Slogans (and acronyms).

We here at P.I.S.S. are striving to educate people of the damage done by stupid and redundant slogans and acronyms. Everyday people suffer from severe forehead and palm related injuries from an action called 'facepalming.' This facepalming is caused by exposure to stupid slogans.

What can you do to help?
The number one thing you can do is be aware that there are these things out there. Don't think that it just happens to other people; it can happen to anyone.

Know what to look for:
Here are some examples that we here at P.I.S.S. would like to make you aware of.

Avis rental cars- "We're number 2, we try harder."
I see what they were going for here, but do you really want to announce your failure, and associate your company with 'going number 2'?

Hallmark- "When you care enough to send the very best." Yeah because nothing says 'I'm thinking of you' like a card you picked up in 5 seconds on a midnight tampon run.

A.S.S.- Account Service Specialist. No explanation needed.

Well I am off to make more Christmas crafts, but remember, "Don't get angry, get P.I.S.S.ed." Also if you have any extra money this season, please donate it to a good local charity, like MADD.

Werewolves are Furry......

And are Furries. I mean it; I am probably not going to make any friends here, but it has to be said.

Think about it, except for killing people and eating their hearts, it fits. They are just more socially acceptable.

Here is my proof:


I'm sure there is more, and feel free to give me suggestions in the comments.


*note* This is meant as a joke, I don't wish to offend either the Furry or the werewolf community. I would be terrified if either of them chose to come after me.

Until next time batgirls and batboys.

Fail Gardens

I am a terrible, terrible, terrible gardener. I can kill a plant by just looking at it funny, so when Brad broached the subject of starting a garden my first thought was a big Uh-Oh. Then he mentioned that we could plant tomatoes, so we started a garden.

Our garden is nothing huge or fancy. It is about 4' by 1.5', and has a couple of tomato plants and a bird bath.




As you can see, it's cute, but a little empty, and we had some extra seeds lying around the house, so we decided to spruce up the edges with some flowers.

We decided that since we had to mow around the edge of the pot, and so we wouldn't pull it out when weeding, we would plant the seeds in a coffee container. We gathered up some soil, the packet of seeds, and the coffee container and set out to grow us some pretty, pretty flowers.

I took the growing of the flowers as a kind of redemption for all of the other plants I had killed in my lifetime. Like with each bud, each petal, a past gardening sin would be erased. I slaved over the coffee cup, waiting, watching, talking to it, making sure it had water and plenty of sunlight. It became a terrible waiting game.

Then one day, it sprouted. The sprout was like a tiny green leafy fist pointed defiantly to the heavens. I was overjoyed. I had grown something. Not just a pre-potted plant, but from a seed. I had done it (albeit with Brad's help, but he's great at growing stuff, so that doesn't count).

Days turned into weeks, and I wondered why the plant was getting taller, but not bushy. Then two months passed, and the plant that was supposed to turn into a beautiful bunch of flowers, just turned into a vine. Eventually, I noticed that the plant in the coffee container looked suspiciously like the ivy that taken forever to clear out from around the house.

That's right, instead of a thing of awesomeness, I was growing a weed. Worse than a weed, a destructive thing of ivy. I was crushed.......
Then I thought about it. I had nursed and grown that ivy vine from a sproutling. Not just that, but it was flourishing. Maybe my thumb isn't green just yet, but, by God, it is at least teal.

I feel like there is some deeper meaning here, but it's game night, and Brad promised me ice cream.

mmmmmm.....

ice cream.

Odds and Ends....

I have a ton of drafts saved up that would not make enough room for a full post. So I thought I would use them together today, so you can see just how random I am.

Odds and Ends

Hiccuping while pooping is counterproductive.


I sometimes wish that our dog, Maddie, had opposable thumbs so she could let herself out. Then I realize just how freaky that would look, and let her out myself.

Brad cut most of my hair off a few days ago. My head feels cooler which is nice, but I realize that the hair style I have now is very anime-ish, and I can't decide whether that is nice or not. Also my roots are showing, which is not nice, but I am pretty sure nobody cares about.

Brad and I have started reading Neverwhere, which is an amazing book. We are reading it out loud, and since it is set in London, I have been reading most of the Characters voices in an English accent. That fact coupled with how much English TV (like Doctor Who, Torchwood, and Father Ted) we watch means that I slip into an accent without meaning to. It also means that when we watch anything with British accents, I can't really tell they have an accent anymore, unless it is really pronounced.

From my new job, working at a text answering service, the belief that some people should not be allowed to breed has been highly reinforced. Sometimes I just want to send back the message of "Thank you for your question. To further assist you please send in the address of your current location. Upon receival the sterilization team will be at your location shortly."

Why is Sweden so darn good at pop music? Seriously its like all they are good at is Pop, Ikea, and chefs (lol, muppets yay!). It's like when kids grow up they are tested:
"Can you sing?"
"No"
"Well can you cook?"
"The last thing I cooked turned into an unidentifiable lump. I named it SKÄRPT."
"Ikea product designer it is."


I'm starting to worry that to make the Ferengi, the writers of Deep Space 9 looked at a list of all the worst Jewish stereotypes and were like "yep, that'll do." Also, the feminist in me is kind of mad at Keiko O'Brien. In one of the episodes she has lost her purpose, on Next Generation she worked as a botanist, working primarily in the arboretum. She was also the head of the biology lab. When they get to DS9, they don't need a botanist, so what does she do? She becomes a school marm. Really Keiko? Really?

Welp, That's all for now. See ya next time.


Oh and DT.......Spanish Flea!

Mindblowing Meat Cake Madness

In the past I had seen non, or faux, cakes. They were cakes that were not cakes. Things that were deceptive, like cakes that were really made of sandwiches, or the meat cake.

One day last week, Brad and I decided to embark on the path of making a meatloaf cake. It seemed like something fun, and fairly easy to do, plus we both like meatloaf, and we had to try out our new spring-form pan.

I made the meatloaf mix like usual, meat (ground beef), eggs, bread crumbs, garlic, onion powder, and a super-secret seasoning. Thus mixed, I gingerly pressed the meat mixture into the pan and prayed to the meatloaf gods for even cooking, and tasty meat. Prayer completed, I topped the meat mush with ketchup, and into the oven it went.

About an hour and a half later, the intoxicating smell of cooking beef wafted into the living room. The smell was exquisite, causing me to hallucinate that the enemies I was killing on Halo were joints of mutton and other meaty delights. It was distracting to say the least.

In preparation for the feast to come I sent Brad to the kitchen to start the mashed potatoes.

Another 15 minutes later and it was time to pull my creation out of the oven. It was beautiful and terrible. I knew, without a doubt, that this was the prettiest meat loaf in all of known creation. All other bread shaped meat dishes quaked in fear and awe.

We let it cool and then topped it, frosting style, with the mashed potatoes. A hasty ketchup decoration later, and viola!

Trepidatiously, we approached the deceptive decorated delight, and cut ourselves some slices. Plates in hand, we adjourned to the living room, and sat down to our feast.

Each bite was better than the last. An ecstasy of flavor, and sauce, and meat poured into our mouths like forkfuls from the gods. It was almost too much to bear; Brad met my tear filled eyes and we shared a moment of perfect understanding. Nothing, not even chocolate, had nor would ever taste this good.

When our stomachs were satiated and our plates were empty, we each shared a burp of appreciation.


I will look fondly on our meat-tastic adventure until I am old, and gray, and probably still burping up bits of it.




The shots above are there because, ya know, pics or it didn't happen.

Bad case of the Blahs

I have been in a funk the last couple of days. It happens when I do anything, even stuff I love doing like this blog.

Here's what happens:

Day One:

Everything is fine, sparkly in fact.


The possibilities seem endless, and everything seems full of awesome.


Then something happens. It's like the shine wears off.



Then I hit the point where I am at now.



I am hoping this is just a passing thing. I am going to keep working at it here, and hoping it goes away. I will keep plugging away, searching the internet to get inspiration.


On a separate note, ITWSSG will be up later today, instead of tomorrow, because I am going to the lake!!

Easy-Peasy

I love video games, but before I met Brad the only ones I was good at were fps. Any other games and not only did I suck, but it seemed that my character would get fed up of my button mashing and consciously commit suicide. Mario and Sonic would regularly, randomly, jump off ledges, Master Chief throws himself on grenades, the cards in solitaire give me paper cuts and then set themselves on fire.



So I would play any game that I got on the easiest mode it came with. Yes, I know it is a terrible habit, but I rationalized by saying that I played games for the plot. That's all well and good, but I was playing games like Unreal Tournament. Yeah, real heavy on the plot that game was.

Now I have expanded my horizons a bit, because I realized that by playing on easy all the time, I wasn't getting any better. I still enjoy playing games for the plot (and with great new games like Alan Wake and Mass Effect, I feel less like a tool saying that), but I don't enjoy getting spanked by my friends. So now I start games on normal, and work my way up (I even finished Halo 3 on legendary, what what!). I think I am getting a little better, though sometimes I still randomly jump into the yawning abyss.

I think that, with the newer game consoles, it's easier to play on harder settings (if that makes sense). On older consoles the save points were few and far between. Add the save points to the fact that lives were severally limited, and you have a mixture for repeated Megan fails. Most of today's games still have save points, yes, but they also have a pause menu save option; which makes for a slightly less frustrated Megan.

Then I came across this:



I would play the crap outta those games (for the plot, of course), but inevitably, my character would still find a way to bite the dust. Probably literally.