October 3rd, 2006

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Art Meme!

From archanglrobriel:

The Meme:

The first five people to respond to this post, will get some form of art, by me, about them. I make no guarantees about quality or type, but I will assure that I will give it good effort and that the art will be individual to you, so if you get a mixed CD or some sort of painting doodle, yours is the only one like it.

The only catch, of course; as with most memes, if you sign up, you have to put this in your own journal as well.


Until archanglrobriel posted his creativity meme, I was having sort of a pootastic day.  Nothing horrible at work (other than graffiti on my wine boxes, which is really no big deal).  I've just been in my head all day, pondering.

Echoes of a conversation with pinklady_apple reminded me that except for my friends on LJ, I rarely hear from people I don't see regularly anymore, unless I contact them first.  And that kinda pisses me off a little.  Maybe I'm just overly obsessive about my friends, but shit, I still think about my 2nd grade girlfriend (her name was Erin Brown, and she, too skipped a grade) at least three times a year, and wonder where she is.  But when I don't even hear from someone I once considered my best friend for months at a time, I start to wonder just how often I cross other people's minds.  Or at least, the people who aren't forced to read my babble on a regular basis.

Am I really that strange in the fact that I think about people who mean/meant alot to me on a sort of regular basis?

And am I justified in being a little put out that I don't hear from them unless I initiate the contact?

And am I asking too many questions in single sentence paragraphs?

Anyway, just writing an actual JOURNAL entry for once in a blue moon.  Feel no obligation to answer.

I have wine.  Tasty tasty wine.

I really fucking love Rob Brezney

"When you follow your bliss," wrote mythologist Joseph Campbell, "doors will open where you would not have thought there would be doors, and where there wouldn't be a door for anyone else." That's always true, Pisces, but it's especially apropos for you now. If you swear a blood oath to follow your bliss, vowing to do what your secret self loves more than anything else, a portal will open that's as big as a garage door and as sweet as a gateway to a secret garden.

Cause seriously, no matter how pissy I get about things, I've been following my bliss for two years now, and I've gone places I've never have thought to have gone.

Thank you all for being so supportive.  I couldn't have done it without you all.  There are those of you who deserve extra thanks, too... you know who you are.  And you're in my thoughts.



Okay, folks, I've been meaning to do this for a while now, and missmelysse reminded me that I've not done it yet.

Get out there, and take pictures of your local Bathtub Virgins.  You know, the Virgin Marys on the half shell that look like they're in a half buried bathtub.

I want to compile them into a project.

You can email them to me at the email address listed in my user info here.  Large file sizes, please.  None of these 72kb images. And then post them to bathtub_madonna, too. :)