OMG, donde es fleegan.com?

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sorry, i’ve been busy what with the shopping and working extra shifts and also fellykish was in the hospital for several days because her spleen was infarcted and she had to have it removed. not to mention the Wii that has burgled a lot of my free time. and i’m working on another painting.

then there’s the cat. he was supposed to go to the vet this morning for his final round of vaccines/boosters, but this week is filled with spending money and such so it’s gonna have to wait for next week.

speaking of the cat, i wrapped a string around the back of a chair and tied wone of those busy balls on the end. you know, the plastic balls with the jingle bell in it? i wasn’t sure if he would play with it or not, but it’s his favorite thing right now. he played with it all night long. meaning: it sounded like someone was playing a tambourine in the diningroom all night.

maybe he’s a holy roller.

the other night i went up the mountain to my old boss’s house. it was a blast to see Kelly and Richard. and while i was there i got to bottle feed a baby goat. that was really cool. laura, we need to take ben up there some time.

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CZ quote

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“Dying is easy, comedy is hard, thoraces are chitinous.”

CZ, i’ve been trying for days to figure out how to get your quote to be the quote on the side there. to replace the “together we will not be nowhere.” quote from El Cid. i’m nearly certain that Sophia Loren said that line. i may have misheard it, but i’d like to think i didn’t. if anyone knows how to change that (laura) i’d be really glad.

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41. Last Breath by George D. Shuman

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41. Last Breath by George D. Shuman

This book was not as good as the first book (and you can read about the first book below). This one felt rushed from beginning to end. It’s a Sherry Moore psychic mystery. She helps local cops figure out who the serial killer strangler is, at great personal danger to herself. This kind of reminds me of the Scarpetta novels in that in almost every one of them the killer ALSO goes after Scarpetta… the medical examiner. So I guess in these Sherry, the BEAUTIFUL, blind psychic, will always be a target as well. Sure. Go with that.

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40. 18 Seconds by George D. Shuman

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40. 18 Seconds by George D. Shuman

Okay, you know me, I’m a sucker for psychic detective stories. In this series the psychic detective is Sherry Moore. She’s not really a detective, she just helps out the police sometimes. Also, she is blind. But don’t worry, she’s really pretty. I say that because when people meet her in the book they don’t know she’s blind, and then they’re all, “OMG, she’s blind! but OMG, she’s beautiful!” ugh. Whatever.

I really liked all the character development in this book. However, it seems like the ending was rushed and then only the crime was resolved and none of the character stuff was resolved. Also, did O’Shaunessey die? Because I didn’t think she did, but then NONE of her stuff was resolved, so I figured she’d be back in book 2, Last Breath, because the focus was on her for SO MUCH of the first book for there not to be any kind of settling up with her storyline. ONLY I JUST READ BOOK TWO AND SHE’S NOT IN IT AT ALL. Which makes me think that maybe she died in the first one. But wouldn’t I know if she had?

The ending was too fast and unclear.

Sherry Moore’s psychic talent is that she can touch a dead person’s hand and see the last 18 seconds of their memory. Not the most awesome premise, but there you go. What I don’t understand (because I’ve never been around blind people) is how a lady who has been blind all of her life would know how to accurately describe stuff to the police. Does she know what colors even look like?

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la de da de da what’s the name of that song?*

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(*it goes something something something something something something bird….)

for all my Sesame Street peeps.

anyway, sorry. not a single person i know will get that. oh wait, maybe Fellykish.


 oh man, i SO thought that was a Fleming and John song. sadly, it is not.

the newish iPod commercial has been driving me crazy. the intro is stolen from a ’60s song and i couldn’t figure it out because just as i would NEARLY get the song the other song would change and then i couldn’t “hear” the ’60s  song in my head any more. and then as soon as the commercial was over i’d forget about it and move on.  i was over at my parents’ house the other day and it came on and mom was all, “hey, what song is that at the beginning?” and i was all, “i don’t know! every time i nearly get my finger on it, it’s gone!”

i’d hum the intro over and over and just as i would nearly get it, for some reason, the chorus of the Beatles’ song “Help!” would pop in. so really, i had no chance of figuring it out.

you may be thinking, well, why didn’t you just look it up on the internet? two reasons:

1. i never think about it when i’m online. i rarely ever think about it 2 minutes after i’ve seen the commercial.

2. i only ever see the comercial when i’m at my parents’ house (no internet) or when i’m in bed watching [adultswim] cartoons. and i’m not getting up out of a toasty bed for that.

all of THAT to say that the other day at the ‘brary i was putting up some books and i started singing (in my head) “Count Me In” by Gary Lewis and the Playboys. (“…count –  me – mad – ly….in love with you!”)  i nearly dropped my books. could that be the song?! when it was time to lock up the ‘brary and all the patrons were gone i opened skreemr.com and looked up that song and… sweet relief… it WAS the song.

the only reason i’m posting something this boring is on the off chance that this was plaguing you too.

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some recent snaps

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i really need a flickr (flikr?) (spanish?) account, but i don’t want a yahoo e-mail to deal with. blah.

here’s an elf that is attached to a light post in the Rainbow Plaza parking lot. elves are troublemakers and i don’t like them. at all.

what's with the red ass-bell? i don't know.
red ass-bell?

here’s a picture of the palette i was using for my latest creation.

what’s this? only one color? monochrome?

monochrome! monochrome! monochrome! (am i the only

one who thinks of the Simpson’s episode Marge vs the Monorail? fine. whatever.)

anyway, the latest paint adventure has been monochromatic, and it has been a blast. not only does it look badass, but it is a lot easier just worrying about one color than it is with different fleshtones and shadows. for this one i used titanium white and phthalocyanine blue. linseed oil was the only thing i added to the paint.

other paint tools and poisons.

and here we find the artist taking a short break from her work. only long enough to snap a quick pic and then dive right back in to the mixing and painting and jamming to some Smokey Robinson.

i’ll post some pictures of the painting soon. it’s a Christmas present for mom and dad. so don’t mention it to them okay? thanks.

and now for the pets:

Lebowski managed to cram himself into this basket that was on the table. this picture doesn’t really show how tiny the basket is.

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ATHF Moment

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probably once a day i’ll have the “siiiiing for him, John Kruhhhk!” bit in my head from that episode of Aqua Teen Hunger Force with the sirens? and john kruk?

“john kruk is NOT a good singer!”

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Chairman Meow week three/four or, NO ONE IS GETTING ANY PRESENTS FROM US FOR CHRISTMAS.

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right, so it was time to take The Chairman to the vet for his second set of booster shots (that’s what they called it). so off i go, this morning, in the bleak and gloomy rain.

“how’s the cat been?”

“great! his poops are finally normal. never thought i’d get excited about normal cat poop, but there you go.”

“ha! i know what you mean. so, he’s been acting okay?”

“actually, he hasn’t been playing. at all. for like, two days. so other than the sleeping for 23 and half hours a day, which is kinda what cats do, he’s been fine.”

“okay.”

then the vet pulls out a stethoscope and starts listening to his heart or whatnot.

“has he been sneezing lately?”

how did he know?

“um, yes. some sneezing. not like, tons of sneezing, or anything. he keeps hiding behind our computer so i figured he was getting a snootful of dust.”

“no, he has bronchitis.”

“…of course he does.”

“we’ll send you home with some antibiotics.”

“sure.”

“has he had any other problems?”

“well, actually, he twitches his ears a lot. maybe you could peek in there and see if there’s something in them?”

so they swab the ears and take the gorp back to a microscope. i’m thinking maybe mites or something. he is a cat after all.

“um, he has bacteria in his ears.”

“…of course.”

“we’ll get you some ear drops to take home.”

“so he has bronchitis and an ear infection?”

“yeah. he might not feel good for the next couple of days, but keep giving him the medicine. he’ll get better.”

$109 worth of booster shot and cat medicine. i have cat medicine in my ‘fridge. it’s like a kid, only i can’t count him as a dependent AND when we get old he won’t take care of us. AND when we die he’ll just eat our faces off.

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how NOT to use this product.

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Popsicle came over the other day to see if we had any paper cups. we had paper bowls; but no cups. he was all, “i guess that will work.”

“what are you doing?”

“making a mold of my pinky finger.”

“… what?”

“i’m filling up a guitar slide with some resin. then i’ll stick my pinky finger in it and let it harden.”

“…”

“then i’ll have a guitar slide that won’t slip around on my finger.”

“oh.”

“want to help me?”

“can i take pictures?”

“sure.”

when i went back to my parents’ house to see the resin stuff i immediately had a problem. “dad, this says not to get it on your skin.”

“oh, they just have to say that.”

“no. dad, for real, you can’t just stick your finger in this. it will burn you.”

“nah, it can’t be that bad.”

“wha- dad, come on. let’s not go to the ER for chemical burns tonight, okay?”

“well, i was going to put some vaseline on my finger anyway.”

“yeah but, no. that’s not cool. how about a latex glove or something?”

“but the glove might mess it up.”

“this stuff is either going to burn your skin OR when it’s time to remove your finger it’s going to stick to your skin and we’ll have to rip your skin off… so either way your skin is fucked. WEAR THE GLOVE.”

“aw, but-”

“WEAR. THE GLOVE.”

“fine.”

so he put on the glove and lubed up the pinky with some vaseline. (yeah, yeah, yeah. stow it, pervs.)

i mixed up the harsh chemicals and poured them into the guitar slide.

the blue duct tape was used as a fill line so’s we wouldn’t overflow the stuff when he put his pinky finger in the resin. we’re working smarter – not harder.

as it hardened the chemicals went to work- which means they got really hot. dad was surprised. he said it was nearly unbearable and that he was glad he wore the glove.

the stuff hardened and now Popsicle has a custom-fit guitar slide.

and bonus: no trips to the hospital.

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Roxie and the Chairman, work cornbread, and supermarket snowman

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in yo' face! THIS cornbread is better than yo mama's cornbread!

in yo face!

yesterday was busy. i had to make lots of cornbread for work because we were having stone soup and i got suckered into it. i didn’t really mind making it because

1. i have the best cornbread recipe (a la Flippy) this side of the Mason-Dixon (and believe you me, if you’re on this side of the Mason-Dixon, you’re going to need this recipe).

2. they asked me to make cornbread for Joanie Balogna too, and i’d make her anything she wanted.

the only problem i have with the cornbread making is that i only have an 8 inch skillet. which is great, because the recipe i have makes enough dough for an 8 inch skillet. so if i’m cooking for me and my pals, this is no problem. if i’m cooking for 12 people, then there’s a problem. basically i spent the whole morning before work making cornbread. at least the house smelled amazing.

FACE!

FACE!

 

after work, Popsicle and i went to the grocery store. we happened upon a stack of coke products and we were so close to it we couldn’t tell what was going on. it looked like someone had piled the pop boxes all willy-nilly and there was some Sprite boxes in the middle that looked like half of a Chinese character or something. dad was all, “this looks weird.”

i was all, “they usually do a better job than this.”

“yeah usually all the flavors are in their own section.”

“wait. this is supposed to… be something.”

“be something?”

“a design. it’s supposed to look like something.”

“i can’t tell what it is.”

“me neither. we’re too close. we need to back up.”

“are you sure it’s supposed to-”

“yeah, it’s… a ha!”

when i got home we brought Roxie inside for the night. and she was not happy when we put Lebowski on her giant pillow. she is so afraid of that cat.

and he loves her. he wants to play with her so badly. this morning i put Lebowski out on the deck with Roxie. for some reason when she’s outside Roxie is more bold. she sniffs him all over. and he lets her. and for a second it seemed as if everything was awesome and fun. but then, Lebowski started purring and “making biscuits” on the deck floor, and Roxie backed up and turned to me with big eyes all, “did you see that?! HE WAS TRYING TO KILL ME!”

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