Do-Over!

We're goin' round again. And getting annoyed at the two hosts for Fox News New Years' coverage. They are being twitty. Then again, we only stopped here because every other channel's hosts are annoying. Enh. It'll be ok.

I've heard lots of people complain about being glad to leave 2009 in the dust. Here's hoping 2010 treats you better!

Yee!

Last day with students! Bring on Christmas break!

Of course, I still have to fly all the way across the country and they are locked down in a blizzard as we speak, but hopefully by the time I get there, there won't be any delays or strandings. (pleaseOhpleaseOhplease)

Not like last year when I ended up singing to myself in the baggage claim at midnight. Yeesh. Not good. This year will be better! Optimism!

I downloaded The Princess and the Frog soundtrack over at iTunes the other day. Dr. John’s Down in New Orleans song makes me want to draw V. Lots of V. Jaunty V, sinister V, maybe V singing Dr. John’s Down in New Orleans song.

There's just one problem.

I can't! Too much stuff to do for drawing! I haven't posted anything better than a scrap since Halloween! And this is the first time I've updated this journal since August.

The trouble with online classes is that you do all this work and then have nothing tangible to show for it. I've been readin', writin', and researchin' for months now. I've got a few more weeks to go before the semester is over, so no time to draw.

Yet.

Forget the portrait, I found the mirror...

When you look into this mirror, you see yourself at your absolute worst. Every past bad night of sleep, every extra pound, every unflattering hair-do, every stray hair that needs plucking, every time you looked at yourself under those crappy lights in store fitting rooms, every time you had to just throw something on and go and didn't realize until you were there that you looked like the Goodwill was on fire and you had to wear the entire $3 rack to safety... this mirror recreates all your past 'geez, I look like a buffalo' moments and overlays them to reveal you as you might look on the worst day of your life, no matter how well-made-up and cute you might happen to actually look.

This mirror is in the bathroom at work. You might just wander in to use the facilities and stop to wash your hands and casually glance at the mirror and suddenly realize that not only has some blind person attempted to shave a yeti, but the poor sasquatch now numbers among the undead judging by its skin tone, and is wearing something that makes it look 15 pounds overweight AND has the exact same earrings that you wore today! Then, you realize....

And feeling terrible, you slink back to your desk where your reflection in the darkened window makes you look, by comparison, a goddess of adorable. What's the difference? It has to be the mirror, because there have been plenty of times when I've looked like Death eating a cracker, but never as bad as I look in that mirror.

Because I seem to have a spare!



It appears to be a severed caribou leg. Perhaps I've been visited by the caribou fairy. Perhaps this is some kind of arctic warning. I don't know where it came from or how it got on my doorstep, but it was there as soon as I opened the door this morning. There weren't any tracks. The ones in the picture are mine. It was still there when I got home from work. I guess if it's still there in the morning, I'll have to toss it.