29 September 2013
12 September 2013
I'm currently back in school full time and will make some efforts to show you what I'm up to. In the case of the class Making Comics, Professor Sluggo, (yup, you read that right) makes it quite easy to share as she regularly updates her tumblr page. There are already several posts up pertaining to our class. (Look for "making comics".) One of our first assignments was to take three coloring pages and go nuts, filling them solid with color. We were also required to color at least one page in a public space. I probably don't have to mention how much we laugh in this class!
All those cards lying on the tables were one of many of our two-minutes character drawing exercises. Yesterday, we were told to trade papers, redraw someone else's character, then draw three more panels of that character doing different things. Ridiculousness ensued.
Oh, also...we won't be using our real names during this course. Each of us had to pick an existing comic/cartoon character. How serious can a discussion get between Optimus Prime and Inspector Gadget? Time will tell.
07 September 2013
Also from August.
My son asked if I wanted to check out the corpse flower at the UW greenhouse with him. Considering this puppy only blooms for a few days every half dozen years, you really can't say no to such a venture. You can however say no to your mother when she asks you to stand next to it so you can have a body/size reference. I don't know this kid, but he obliged his mother. *clears throat*
Just two days later, Hubster and I were in town so we went back to see if it had bloomed yet. And it had! Except the greenhouse isn't open on Saturdays. Hmmm. So, let me get this straight. You have this huge, freak of nature plant, that smells of rotting flesh when it opens, and blooms for approximately 36 hours every, oh...four years or more; and you couldn't hire a few horticulture students to hang around for the weekend?
What. The. What.
I had to take this second shot with my camera pressed against the glass to remove the glare, so that's the best I can offer. A dozen other folks walked up in the ten minutes we were there with the same "aren't they open?" thoughts. I guess we can all thank them for sparing us it's awful smell.
But, for all I know, someone could be playing an elaborate hoax on us, the unsuspecting public, and it actually smells like fresh bread or bed linens on a clothesline in a warm, summer breeze.
I mean, consider Iceland.
03 September 2013
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- this blog is my "live" photo album of sorts. occasionally, i'll throw in some art i've done or some work of my husband's as he's an artist as well. we have a nice yard in a quiet neighborhood with two pugs and a cat, all black. which most of my photos will attest too. ;) i'd love to hear from you, but happy for you to just browse. hope you find something to make you smile. b.