Odds N Ends

Woke up this morning to find nearly an inch of snow. More is blizzarding down now, heavily. Welcome to Michigan.

Haven’t felt much like blogging lately, though it’s not for lack of minutae to blog about. Just been busy as hell, at work and with comics and with family and with comics gigs, and I won’t be out of it till the end of Novermber. I am, however, taking a long weekend, starting tomorrow, to buckle down and work on comics — and skipping out on Motor City Comicon to do so. THis is really becoming seriously necessary if I’ve any chance in hell of getting the new book out by spring. I’d like to have it done by May, but even that will take a herculean effort. The current goal is to get the first hundred pages or so out to my Beta readers before Thanksgiving, and even that’ll be a push. Oy.

Let’s see, what else? I’ll do a rundown of a bunch of little things, because it may be a while before I’m back and feeling up to my usual chatty cathy self.

Last weekend I was supposed to do a lot of work on the comic, but I was so stressed from dayjob work and comic work that I pretty much went loopy and cooked and cleaned and took out my agression on errands. This turned out to be a Good Thing, though, because I cooked ahead for the whole week, and we still have enough to last us into next week. Not cooking on weeknights is a blessing.

Our comic night at Rocket Star Cafe has been a saving grace for my productivity. Good company, good coffee, good motivation. Last week and this week we had our first “Cavalcade of Humilation”, where we pulled out our earliest attempts at comics and mocked them openly. There’s this monstrosity I did, circa 1994, from when I was still playing waaaaaaaaaaaaay too much D&D. It’s really, really, really bad, so bad that I can’t even look at it without cringing. When the originals turn up, I may post them for laughs, or I may set fire to them. It’s seriously a coin toss, and well, it’s snowing. We might just need extra tinder.

Our neighbor, dubbed “Loud Girl”, is having a conversation with her boyfriend that I can hear, word for word, across the street and through closed windows.

The first attempt at sauerkraut was an abject failure. When the woman who showed me the recipe was putting it together, I said to myself, “That just can’t be right. There’s way too much salt in there for it to actually ferment,” and know what? I was right. This time I followed the recipe in the Ball Blue Book and it’s now burbling happliy away in the pantry. I don’t have a crock or anything similar, so I used a set of nesting tupperware we bought for food storage. The biggest one is the crock, the lid from the middle one is the exact perfect size for a follower, and the smallest one, filled with water, weights the kraut below the brine. Then the lid to the big one gets rested loosely on top of the whole contraption to keep bad cooties out and prevent the pantry from stinking like sulfur. It’s really fermenting quickly; loads of bubbles come out every time I check on it.

Devendra Banhart’s new album is drastically superior to his previous work.

Paul currently has a gallery showing up at Smartshop. The opening was last Friday’s Art Hop, which I didn’t mention yet because I am a lousy wife. It went well, we had a lot of fun, and during the opening, I did a huge (10-foot) chalk drawing of an Angel with an oxyaceteline torch, welding her halo — on the floor of the welding studio. There was a poetry slam, and a blues band, and lots of gorgeous art and sculpture.

I still want a corgi. Badly. Yes, I’m obsessing. Shut up.

Paul and I will have art in Richard Rubenfeld’s upcoming “Leapin’ Lizards!” EMU comics show. For those of you keeping score at home, this is Richard’s third biannual show. The last one was really, really cool, as was the one before, and this one is shaping up to be equally good. You should all go.

OO! Someone finally posted a YouTube video of the New England Aquarium Moon Jellyfish ‘Lava Lamp’. I lost like an hour of my life watching this thing. It’s amazing, hypnotic, calming, beautiful, zen. And you get to change the colors with a dial.

Dang, it’s still snowing, and coming down hard. This is the earliest I can remember it snowing in many years. This is not an incidental early frost or dusting, it’s a real snow.

Oh, and while we’re talking about aquarium stuff, have a Manatee squash.

I’m sad that I’m not at SPX, sad that I’ll miss the Big Gay Dinner and the Annual TartFest and Shilling with the Cornwhackers and Backrubs with Catboy. Next Year.

Despite three full weeks of dilligent trips to the gym, I’m still not seeing much difference in the way my clothes fit. This makes me sad, especially since I’m being really good about not overeating. I did get one small victory, in that when I put on my belt and cinched it, it went three inches past the last notch. So… something good must be happening. Maybe my waist can share its success with my ass.

Um. Not much else for now. Work beckons, so off I go.

2 thoughts on “Odds N Ends

  • October 12, 2006 at 7:02 pm
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    I’m sorry I won’t see you guys at SPX – but I hope the comic work continues to go well, and good luck with the exercise.

  • October 12, 2006 at 8:30 pm
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    I was looking at some of my junior high comics just yesterday. While they are truly atrocious, I have to admit that I’m kind of jealous of lil’ JKC’s ability to just crank out page after page of the stuff, without knowing or caring if it was any good or not.

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