Oct. 26th, 2016 12:16 am
crazyfurries: a cranky abbysinnian kitten (Default)
RIGHTY-O. Before I enter in my dream log of yesterday's subconcious play escapades, I think I need to do something important.

Such as informing y'all that last week Monday I drove my own damn ass to the ER, and after about 4 hours on morphine, was found to have a swollen angry appendix crimped around part of my colon.

This is the past news, and some of y'all already know about it because I was sane and sober enough to let various friends know via phone texts. I'm fine, recovering from surgery and mostly irritated with how little I can get done in a day thanks to a limit put on how much I can lift/carry for another two weeks. The offending organ has been removed and....yeah. Maybe I'm not mentally okay with the series of events.

...anyhow I'm going to make an effort while recovering to at least write something each day.

Even if it's just a few sentences about my day and not good stuff life dream entries.


Dream notes 10-25-2016

Woke up at 6:25 am after having insanely convoluted art-dream that involved me retracing my steps to regain my art supplies from a previous adventure-dream that spanned 3(? may be more) different Conventions during one summer season. Cosplaying and cosplayers were represented of seriously way too many fandoms to name in waking hours (dear brain apparently brie that is slightly off and apple cider before bed is not the wisest plan) along with my ghetto-ass attempts to cosplay with them as fancharacters (Steven Universe Gems).

At this point I'm rereading what I have just written and wondering why the actual FUCK I'm having an insanely complex dream in just 3 hours of sleep. I haven't finished writing it all down but the reason for my status as being wide-fucking-awake is made known as the upstairs neighbors thump and complain overhead.

Back to the point, because partway through this run of madness that were sitcom-level wacky attempts at control and encouragement of my creative processes in life, lucidity dawned in that fine moment of 'waaaaaait a second, I know I've danced to this tune before'. After that it was observing my 'self' as the rest of the insanity progressed including apt descriptions from the police for a BOLO on my jeep, for my arrest over something I vaguely recall involving milk crime. ... There were car crashes going through stacks of supplies that I'd salvaged from around half of the sites I'd visited on a prior trip when I started asking the question "Wait, didn't all of this happen three fucking years ago? None of that stuff would even still be in place back there anymore, people got Lives to LIVE and my shit would have just been thrown away because it was in their way'.

It was then a progression of a trainwreck as things all became comically worse, to the point where I'm standing in the exploded remains of where my art studio shack used to be, completely unharmed and having not learned the lesson at all before raring off to go help a friend to make myself feel better about the entire stinking pile of drama.

Seriously brain, WHAT THE HELL. Going to attempt to go back to sleep now at 7 am. After all of that I had to wake up, realize I needed to pee painfully bad and write all of this down before it all escaped my brain.
crazyfurries: a cranky abbysinnian kitten (Default)
....reading over old entries from 8 years ago and just crying a little bit. Some of it good, some of it sore like an old scar you can't help but pick at.

For what may be the fifth or sixth time in four years I'm moving again, while unemployed. I have savings to make the move and signed the lease, so that's not the worry.

There's good things in here as well, like how I finally figured out what that form of Japanese saschiko-like embroidery for the fishing kimono was. It's called Boro and I love it and hate the fact that the folks who do the work for it aren't paid NEARLY what it's worth in the art galleries.

I've both grown as a person and in knowledge but also...have way less energy.
crazyfurries: (brainfart)
I'm hoping, that in this fair little exercise, that by writing down these little annoying questions which can keep me up til dawn pondering. I may stave them off until I am rested, sane and perhaps more capable of reasoning them out than at 3 o-bloody-fuckass-clock in the morning. Hopefully, when I wake UP tomorrow I'll also remember that these questions were running amok in my head like feral notions sprouted off of the Ursula Vernon story collection I read today.

This is what my brain does when I worry too damn much about something. Hoping this staves off another 'pickle theory' night.

when did we start using packaged yeast and how is it made?

How does one make a sourdough starter from wild grapes? (this one inspired by Mushi-shi and my boss at work)

What other sugar-bearing plant-derived substances might also contain wild yeasts suitable for fermentations that could create food? What if they were magical in nature? (Note: Ursula has DONE the narcotic peach. I am not her, and I shall not crib notes on peaches at any rate)

Uncle Rob

Oct. 3rd, 2012 10:18 am
crazyfurries: (hedgeriding)
Cancer (June 21-July 22)
"Art washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life," said Pablo Picasso. That's certainly true for me. I can purify my system either by creating art myself or being in the presence of great art. How about you, Cancerian? What kinds of experiences cleanse you of the congested emotions that just naturally build up in all of us? What influences can you draw on to purge the repetitive thoughts that sometimes torment you? How do you go about making your imagination as fresh and free as a warm breeze on a sunny day? I urge you to make a study of all the things that work for you, and then use them to the max in the coming week.

....well damn, Rob, you've gotten me pegged hard these past few weeks, not to mention you knew my plans for today.
crazyfurries: a cranky abbysinnian kitten (creative)
a) It is 8 am and currently 85 degrees outside with a 99% humidity.
b) there is but one thing and that one thing doesn't even take the time needed that'd pay for my gas out there and can wait.

Thus, I am staying inside, and rolling up Magical Girl stats from the Magical Burst RPG.

...Puella Magi Madoka Magica looks like it might be my sort of crack.

Character one

name: Setsuna

magical girl name: Pretty Star

what kind of girl: puppy

what convinced her to make a contract: I can't let my friend fight alone

wish: I wish to have my family back

magical element: Joy

magical power: resourceful purse

magical weapon: Cannon

costume: angel wings, kanji, school swimsuit

crisis: "One day I started going about my usual routine, but every-one was convinced that I had died the day before."

tsukaima(magical familiar): A friendly living doll with a jewel in it's forehead

(game in development here )

...yes i rolled this up just to draw a magical girl.
crazyfurries: a cranky abbysinnian kitten (Default)
From [livejournal.com profile] wanderlustlover

Reply in the comments if you want me to write up five interview questions for you! or if you want to throw in FIVE NEW QUESTIONS.

Find out more about me! )
crazyfurries: (erba?)
hokay atta library and in the mood to take a ride on the meme train.

[livejournal.com profile] wanderlustlover gave me the letter F!

1. If you'd like to play along, reply to this post and I'll assign you a letter.
2. You then list (and upload or link to the video, if you feel like it) 5 (or 6 or 7) songs that start with that letter.
3. Then, as I'm doing here, you'll post the list to your journal with the instructions. IS ALLLL SHINEY

Franz Ferdinand - Forty Feet
The coldest calm falls
Through the molten veins
Cooling all the blood to slush
That congeals around the again

[ lyrics ] [ youtube]

Elbow- Fallen Angel
All the gelded mongrel
Bear their teeth for you
Drag your feathers 'cross the dancefloor
Throw your shapes electric blue

[ lyrics ] [ youtube]

5ongs from 5ideways - Food For Thought
So, do come inside,
Put up your feet for the night.
I know that we've only just met,
But I swear that I will not bite!
(two. three. SCREAM.)

[ lyrics ] [ mp3]

Guster - Fa Fa
When you look in the mirror, wish you were somebody else
Just a perfect reflection, you and no one else

[ lyrics ] [ youtube]

...and at the risk of all my music choices sounding completely insane..

Harvey Danger - Flagpole Sitta
I'm not sick, but I'm not well
And I'm so hot cause I'm in hell
I'm not sick, but I'm not well
And it's a sin, to live so well

I wanna publish 'zines
And rage against machines

[ lyrics ] [ music video]

Aaaaand via [livejournal.com profile] paradisacorbasi the Who do I write like Meme!

In regards to my recipes and cooking i write like...

I write like
Stephen King

I Write Like by Mémoires, Mac journal software. Analyze your writing!

.....................Great horror writer but WTF. I WROTE COOKING. ...okay, maybe horrer given it was my hot dog fried rice recipe...

When it comes to my fiction and drabbles I write like...

I write like
Vladimir Nabokov

I Write Like by Mémoires, Mac journal software. Analyze your writing!

...I write fiction like the guy who wrote Lolita. ...Now I kind of have to actually READ that book. Just morbid curiousity and all.

Aaaand last but not least I write about my life and work like...

....stephen king again? FTN.
crazyfurries: a cranky abbysinnian kitten (cussing)
After getting called by my mom on 3 seperate occassions tonight during activities requiring focus on the task (washing knives and dishes, cooking, sewing) I think I see more and more the benefits of something like twitter.

Me: cooking! Yay! Mad Science in the kitchen!
Me: Dishwashing nao! Means cleaning up after the slaughter
Me: Sewing! I was an igor in another life. Sewed project to finger again. bugger.
crazyfurries: a cranky abbysinnian kitten (experimental cooking)
...should I do a food blog?

Main reasons I haven't started one, outside of posting a few recipes here, are these.

1) (biggest issue) ...I don't measure during my cooking experiments. Not accurately anyway. sure I'll base most of the experiments off of a recipe I might find online or specifically look up. Like Tempura. or Risotto. From there I just start messing around and it doesn't SEEM that origional or creative to me.

2) Other Foodie Blogs. They do food blogging a HELL of a lot better, with lovely photos and strange fruits. I wanna try a kiwano melon damnit. I see them so often in the foodie blogs from the west coast. I know wisconsin has some artisian cheeses and heritage fruits growing here, but usually they're way out of my price bracket.

3) I go squueeeeeeeeeeOMNOMNOM on my experiments and forget more often that I actually write about them in here. I haven't kept track of how many bentos I've done, but it's probably up in the hundreds by now. At least 200.

So. Thoughts?

If there are at least 5 comments by 8pm central time, I'll post the fried spinach chicken rolls recipe.
crazyfurries: (bento)
Just doing a mini-comic about my addiction...

And just now I realized that you could probably trace the beginnings of that obsession back to my second year of college and my first exposure to sushi.

Anoush, I don't know if you have internets right now, or if you read this often, but my addiction to the japanese cutefood crack began with your kind action of giving me that leftover dragon roll from Nakashima's.

Someday I WILL return the favor.


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