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Still here!

It’s been a while, hasn’t it? I guess I kind of lost interest in blogging when I got addicted to Facebook. In fact I think it was around that same time that I started feeling like I didn’t have time for anything. You know, drawing, or painting, or cleaning the house, or bathing myself… Stuff like that. Facebook is evil. Still on it though. It was Facebook that told me about the Edward Gorey House Halloween envelope contest, and that it was open to so-called adults this year (previously it was only for so-called children). Anyway I waited until the last possible moment to enter and managed to squeak this out. Postmarked one day before the deadline! I also paid for a membership with the House, out of guilt, and I was meaning to join anyway, because it’s Edward Gorey’s legacy and it’s awesome. Check it out here: Edward Gorey House


Spring is sprung

Posting on the last day of the month again, because my OCD requires that I have a post for every month in the archives! Gotta love compulsions, am I right? If only I felt compelled to do something constructive, like oh I dunno, art? Guess I must be channeling my creativity into this:

My grow operation.

My grow operation.

This was taken a few weeks ago and the seedlings are going gangbusters. I’ve never tried starting seeds before. I don’t have a good location in the house so I set up a grow operation in the basement, complete with the cheapest shop light I could find fitted with the fancy plant-growing fluorescent bulbs. I leave the light on 24/7 because I want my plants to be uber-freaks that will destroy Tokyo. So far so good. Also I bought way too many seeds and I will not have room enough in my garden when the time comes to transplant them, so I will have to find homes for the extras. Maybe I can sell them and make back the cost of the shop light. I’ve often said that it’s a good thing I don’t rely on my garden for survival or I would be quite doomed.

In other news, today is my cat’s birthday.

Mort is two years old.

Mort is two years old.

There, I finally posted a picture of my cat. Check that off the list!


I can has Spring?

Just a quick post to make sure I have a March entry for the archives. At the risk of echoing absolutely everybody right now, it’s been a looooooong winter. But it just might be coming to an end…



Happy Gorey Day

I learned via the educational wonder known as the Google Doodle that today is Edward Gorey’s birthday. He would have been 88. Weird to think he was two years younger than my father, and the same age as my mother. I don’t think they had much in common. On second thought, maybe they did. I recently read (in this article) that Edward Gorey loved to watch TV. All kinds of TV. Dumb sitcoms, soap operas, “The X-Files.” Makes me feel a little better about the amount of TV I watch. I wonder if he worked with the TV on…?

Edward Gorey was, and is, one of my biggest artistic influences. I’ve worn holes in the pages of all three Amphigorey books. I can spend hours (it seems) absorbed in the sublime nonsense of “The Willowdale Handcar,” “L’heure Bleue,” and “The Iron Tonic,” or lovingly lost in the exquisite lines and textures of “The West Wing.” Always a fan of crosshatching, I’ve shamelessly copied his style almost every time I’ve used pen and ink. I can’t quite help it. I also quote him from time to time (almost nobody knows what I’m talking about, but I’m used to that.)

AlligatorThat would make a nice tattoo.

Edward Gorey links:

Edward Gorey House (Also weird to think he lived 10 miles away from my grandmother. I never knew that until long after my grandmother died.)



On the rebound

It’s official: I’m through with you, Joomla. I’m leaving you for WordPress. Joomla, you were fun; we had a good time together—but honestly, WordPress is just easier to get along with. And the Joomla version of my site crashed today, so I guess it was lucky I had a WordPress version all loaded and ready to go (more or less). Here’s to a long and happy relationship. Now I’m off to find a gallery plug-in…