No I am not...

...trying to entice Mr. Vonnegut by exposing parts of my body that should remain covered at all times! But I am infact attempting to illustrate the level of seriousness of my concern regarding the washer troll who now clearly enjoys taking scissors to our clothing, apparently during the rinse cycle. WTF? I put these jammies in the washer - perfectly in tact, and they came out missing a chunk...clearly a chunk that isn't simply a break in the fabric because if I gather the edges together as if to repair the hole, there is not enough material to go around my brutish thigh anymore...and NO, I swear it, the dog's head is not stuck up my arse.


Completely on another end of the posting spectrum...

This is the state of the latest neglected painting in the corner of my room... i call her "blinky" fer now :)

Cat's got my Tongue - sorta.

I find myself in the midst of a wee-bit of blog-performance anxiety... I have always KNOWN I am NOT a writer by any stretch of the imagination, I know no one comes here to read my words for the sake of basking in literary greatness...BUT Damnit! Suddenly after stumbling into quite a few well-written, insightful, informative, funny blogs, I can't begin to think of what I have to say here.

So, go check out THIS blog today instead of mine: Redonka

I suppose there IS this one little thing I could mention: Once again I have attempted to invite Kurk Vonnegut to another art exhibition... This time via his MySpace Account. I like the tiny feeling of excitement I get at the thought that Mr. Vonnegut would surprise me and actually show up. I truly doubt he is actually the propietor of this MySpace account - but HEY! it is part of my sick little fantasy to think that I have direct access to him none-the-less. I still have the hots for him even though he is 80-something, I just love the way his mind works, AND he is an artist!

Yep, sorry G, I would still "do" him - and wouldn't even make him put out his cigarette.