The artist block

I don't concider myself an artist, in any sense of the word.
Although I took some art classes in High school, I never have had any formal training.
Thus it interests me to know end a art group I am involved in has been baffeled on how I made a mummie for a tip-in swap a rama. Quite easily, cut out a picture, past the picture, glued on a funky button that meshes with his neck, glued on some funky eyes that i got from the craft shop, and BINGO, a wierd ass mummy.

The other night I was working on a swap of children story swaps, jack and the beanstalk, and having SUCH a difficult time with them. Boy did I make a mess of the studio, ripped out my hair, and said a few naughty words-like FUCK! Then it came to me,

What if Hansel was diabetic and went to the witches house and ate all the candy
What happens if Rupunzel just didn't give a crap and wouldn't let down her hair,
If the Three bears didn't give a shit about goldylocks,
and the wolf was striking because of work mans comp?

And another dam was breached,

and it just started from there....

Announcement

At times I can be goal orientated with the best of them. Alot of people make goals: Goals to finish school, goals to loose weight, quite smoking, and goals to get laid over the period of 72 hours during a weekend! Sometimes we achieve goals, and sometimes we don't. But ya got to have goals.

Its been apparent that although I adore my straight 12 hour night shifts, shit is starting to go down. Not only is our manager playing the system, she has monopolised it. Although she has a new boss, who hopefully will see through her cheating game playing, its never to early to start planning.

alot of shit has started to roll over. Being one who doesn't like to play games, its time to start preparing. Oh yes, its over due..., need to start packing my bags, in case I got to get away.

Don't be alarmed, don't install security alarms or call the boarder police, I'm not leaving Rochester. Fuck, I'm not even thinking of leaving the WFMC, its just time to clean house with spring around the corner...

The job search is on. My eyes are pealed. Goal for two-thousand and sex-find another job.