becarse yr a luddie

For the worst Scottish accents ever recorded on film, see 'Brigadoon' with Gene Kelly and Cyd Charisse. But don't go watching it for any other kind of entertainment value. There's not enough dancing to make it bearable. It doesn't even have one great memorable song or dance or scene.

You'll thank me.

Spend that time reading The Slave by Isaac Bashevis Singer. Or Middlesex, that's even better. And less depressing! I am going to read Swann's Way next.

No, really. I am. I'm staring on the bus tomorrow. I figure it will make the time pass more slowly, thus delaying my arrival at the office.

Call me [insert square here] if you want.

(...is my square magic working?)

Not a picture of a piece of paper

It's a picture of a sculpture!

Seriously!!

There's more, but I haven't documented the show yet.

It looks really good, since you're asking.



Sure feels late here

Look, I don't see the point in having a blog if there's all this pressure to make it good. I got enough challenges, already! And anyway, why would I need to generate content when there are so many content generators out there plugging away on my behalf.

I am sometimes asked what 'wortwut' means (except by Germans. they don't ask this). Imagine my excitement on discovering an online quiz that (after repeated rejections of inferior definitions) explains this so definitively:

wortwut -- [noun]: A person who has the ability to be invisible 'How will you be defined in the dictionary?' at QuizGalaxy.com

Or was it

wortwut -- [adjective]: Smelling like turnips at all times 'How will you be defined in the dictionary?' at QuizGalaxy.com

Or maybe it's more like

wortwut -- [noun]: A poltergeist sent back in time to change the course of history forever 'How will you be defined in the dictionary?' at QuizGalaxy.com

And how do you think Google knows I'm letting down my committment to going to the gym twice a week?

What I have fimoed

Do you ever get those reality checks about what the hell you're doing when you're making things? Frinstance today. I'm making a piece of paper out of fimo, with little blue lines, y'know, like on an A4 pad, just so I can photograph it and print it onto paper so it will look like a real piece of paper only wonky and wrong.

It's a bit strange when you think about it.

I have this routine when I'm doing really manual art projects of putting on the tv or dvds to half watch/listen to while I work (some would do that with music but I haven't got anything I want to hear). Today I watched/listened to season 2 of Absolutely Fabulous, Down and Out in Beverly Hills and Lenny. I really like that young Dustin Hoffman. Sometimes, with my head down among the fimo, I really thought I was listening to Lenny Bruce.

Bleak, though. Hence the 'why am I making craft about office supplies' reality check. Poor old Lenny.