Wow.

Tokyo Jungle is a really really good game. It’s like Sim Ant kind of, which is awesome. I just watched a group of pomeranians scare off a bear (a chimpanzee sort of scuttled by while we were fighting, which is important) using pack hunting techniques, then almost get outflanked by jackals, then get one-shot killed by a boar.
You can unlock dinosaurs.

Everything else is about par for the course, with intermittent attempts to have a life again while trying to determine just how hard I should actually be panicking about dad’s health.

I still exist.

Not sure what to do with myself, really, so I’ve been on here trying to suss out what the ‘community’ was like.

Haha I was so bad at Lent.

The idea was this lent that I was going to make two pieces a day. Instead, I got sick.
Story of my life.
Anyway, I’m at least working on the phoenix clay project again (sculpy stays pliable over a year’s time! It’s awesome!) and trying to center myself. It’s been really stressful.
So I had a disability hearing the other day, again. At least the judge and my attorney were amazing, but the vocational specialist said that I could work at a ‘sedentary, non impact job like ‘electronics factory’ or ‘cafeteria worker” and they’d totally let me take all the time I need off for doctors and lie down whenever necessary, no problem. He said I could lie down ‘in my car (which we’d discussed that I do not have and cannot operate)’ or, here’s the kicker: ON THE BATHROOM FLOOR.
Sometimes I wonder what planet the 1% really come from. Anyway, yeah, I’m not dead or whatever.

Oooog (Yesterday’s Shiny)

I did make something yesterday.  It is part and parcel of a larger project that I’m hoping to make a necklace out of and also a bracelet.

Lining up the usual suspects.

Oooog effort is draining.  I’m fraught with mucus and talking to my darling Faith via gchat video thing.

Okay not much more detail, but my phone camera eats and camera camera means effort.

Those are for later tonight, though.  If I don’t die of mucus poisoning.  Is that a thing?  I’m pretty sure it’s a thing, since I have so much of it coming out of my everything right now.

LOL IT WILL BE STEAMPUNK NOW IF I GLUE A GEAR ON IT

Kidding.  That was just floating around my tool box because, hey, I’m not immune to money making any more than the next jeweler.

I see you, Keeten. You won’t steal this one.

I used a bit of scrap wire to measure off the chain and snip it accordingly.

And, after a fashion, I had earrings!

AFTER A FASHION GET IT THEY ARE FASHIONABLE

Okay back to suckling nyquil and hoping to God dinner arrives soon because I sure as sugar am not getting up if I don’t have to.

 

 

 

 

 

Consecutive Daily Shinies?!

Say it ain’t so!

Tonight was a rather simple weaving project, one I’ve indulged in before.  Perhaps, had we not gone to see The Hobbit, I’d have had adequate time for a larger or more intricate project.   That movie was friggin’ long, though, leaving us worn out and possibly sporting bed sores or at least butt blisters (is that what bedsores are?  I fear googling any ailment).  Still worthwhile, especially with my dad and mom and Eric making sideline commentary the entire time.  It’s a wonder mom didn’t get us kicked out of the theater with her threatening to sell painkillers to get tickets to Les Mis instead.

The streets of Whitefish Bay are hard, y’all.

Oooog.  Must come up with charming captions for pictures.  Hard to brain.  Too many beards in the movie.  Oh!  Yeah!  I actually took a lot of process pictures this time!

Aren’t they beautiful? I lose so much time simply staring at my twinkly things.

At first, I considered using that sunstone that’s half-assedly wrapped (the upside-down tear in the second cell from the left in the middle), but I’ve a more specific idea for that later on that I just did not feel like getting into tonight.  The road to the Lonely Mountain was treacherous enough to leave me wanting the familiar.  See the filigree’d piece, third cell from the left in the middle?

FILIGREE’D! OW, MY SKIN!

After staring blankly at it, then cracked.com, then it for a good ten minutes, however, I just wasn’t feelin’ the faceted round goldstone.  Goldstone and copper is a total love story, however.

PLAYER TWO HAS ENTERED THE BUILDING

It seemed a better building point.  I suppose what I end up doing with these pieces is something like a mandala.  In that, y’know, it is one.  But not round.  What are the criteria for something to be a mandala these days?  Repetition?  Circular-ness?  It being a good and hipstery word?

Ahhh, yes, labradorite, my old, dear friend.

Whomever discovered labradorite?  Thanks.  You’re my favorite being.

Well it certainly is pointy.

That’s where it ended, though.  Truth be told, I still feel like I could’ve done better.  Smaller gauge wire, for instance.  Maybe better filling of the ‘negative space’.  It also helps to know WHAT I’m trying to do with this.  Bracelet?  Earring?  Pendant?  Hey, if anyone wants to tell me what to do with it, by all means.  All great artists steal, after all, or something.

In closing, I am so, so sorry that I’m far too sleepy to photoshop Gloin in on something, or maybe a beard.

 

 

 

 

Daily Shiny — 1/5/13

Despite popular belief, this is not a cat toy.

No, seriously, I need that.

Anyway, I didn’t take enough during-the-process pictures, but I’ll get back on that.  Y’know, eventually.  Mostly it was difficult because Keeten kept stealing the pieces.

Keeten, I’m serious, stop or I’m calling the cops.

She kept grabbing it with her damn teeth and running away.  Someone is punchy today.

Anyway, it was a productive evening.  I took a Lake Michigan waterfront stone and wrapped it up, using topaz, silver, and glass.  The necklace itself has uh… wtf did I put on there.

Oh yeah! Topaz, silver, glass. Then on the chain is sea opal, fluorite, and moonstone.

The back turned out well enough for it to be reversible!

Anyway, it’s finished!  Maybe I’ll do more!

I hope.  I’m on a new thingie for my supposed fibromyalgia.  It’s supposed to help the pain stuff and act as an anti-depressant.  Man, I’m open on here about crap.  Try not to blackmail me, y’all.  I’m just hoping it means less of the ol’ hillbilly heroin because oh man do I hate oxycodone.

The Daily Shiny, 2013!

Sound the alarms, because I am finally on the last stretch of working on the bracelet for my dearest Auntie Alice.  It’s only taken me two friggin’ years what with all the requirements shifting around, the need to learn new skills, the fact that PMC fucking dries out like you wouldn’t believe or breaks WAY TOO EASILY when you least expect it.  Also, I had to mount the central ruby upside down because it was so deeply and unusually cut and I had NO way of learning to make prong settings like that x-@

Really, I just wanted an excuse to use this.

So without further adieu, check this shit.

Right now, it is sitting in a delicious container of egg yolks in order to achieve a certain amount of antiquing and a probable smell that I’ll need to do something about.  I don’t even know, maybe I’ll like have it hang out around some potpourri, and who the hell doesn’t like hanging out with some nice potpourri?  I had to put glue over the pearls temporarily so they don’t discolor, but I’ll just peel that off when everything is done marinating or what have you.  Somewhere, I have some liver of sulfur, which supposedly would be quicker than this, but I actually LIKE Eric and I don’t want to stink him out of the house too badly.  Well, no moreso than I do when I eat copious garlic.

Copious Garlic is my new-wave band, just so you know.

But yes!  Praise me!  And I will try to post the finished product tomorrow, god willing.

Odd!

I can’t seem to go to wordpress’s main site without some ridiculous popover of a blank frame covering half of the screen, including all of my useful options.

Anyway, happy new year and all.  I am still working on the thing for my aunt.

Though I suppose that’s not too far removed from

Only, you know, secured.  There’s more done than you think.  Like I actually have it secured to my wrist now!  Just not oxidized or anything.  That’s about it, though.  Maybe it’ll be done soon.

You’d also think I’d have gotten therapy for the depressionings I’ve been bitching about on here.  Did you know that secretaries at psych offices can be total assfaces when telling you that they’re booked on patients after sounding sweet when they initially ask you to hold so they can look at their files?  It’s true.  Totally made me feel like I was being rejected personally.  Likely not, but, y’know.  Feels and shit.

In closing, have a copy of the blinding perfection that is my senior picture.

BAM.

 

All These Little Earthquakes

Man I am just going 16 year old girl with this blog.  All lyrics in the header.  All listening to Tori Amos.

So after the whole Great Apartment Caper and Hawaii Trip and Family Crap, I *thiiiink* life is settling. Here’s hoping.
In either case, I am no longer quite so blue, for there are many things The Hulkster has to be thankful for (Idunno I’m guessing he does? Like ‘is not dead’ and ‘still has sweet mustache’ are things to be thankful for.)
This is going to sound like bragging because it IS nice stuff, but like keep in mind I am a person who normally thinks that she is to blame for just about everything, like how people see americans, etc.  And yeah, fuck it not being Thanksgiving or whatever I’m just in a mood.

It’s not healthy.  This is.  Don’t laugh.  Wow I’m defensive sometimes.

Okay I am thankful that my cat has decided not to be terrible.  We were cuddled up in bed in a way that animals should not be alright with.  I mean, inasmuch as my arm was pinning her down.  Nothing… yeah I don’t even know.  Anyway, I was laying on my cat (mostly).  And I realized that she loves me.

My mom, who helped me clean up while my cat was sick?  She loves me, too, so much.  She and dad got me the comforter I was on.  Dad’s dog tags from his brief military stint were hanging on something.

The reason I actually KNEW where they were after the move?  Because my best friend Arri came over to help me unpack some few things, just this-and-that.  Because she loves me.  We have known each other since we were REALLY small and she still loves me and puts up with me.

The party I went to tonight was hosted by another best friend and his partner (I had to erase and re-type that a few times because I’m clueless sometimes).  Anyway, they love me, so they had me over (and other people they love, too!  This is my blog, though, so I’m talking about my little piece of it).  Ian, the wonderful man that he is, was going on before hand about how he’s excited to go just to see me for the first time in forever ❤  My friend Susan drove easily over an hour after I hadn’t seen her in a few years just to hang out.  Because she loves me, too, and I hope she can meet more people I know that can speak math with her since I completely cannot.  More people for her to love!

Linmayu also came despite her horrible anxiety because she loves me.  She loves Dave and Josh, too. 😀

What?  It was a really good party.  Austin gave me applejack.  I’m looking forward to knowing him better in time, too, since he’s so important to Dave and Josh and seems like a really, really neat guy.  The other new people were also grand.  We cried together after watching Dr. Who.

My dear, dear friend James is so sad lately, but he still did something personal that very, very much helped me.  He loves me.  I love him, too.  He’s just… the poor guy.  He needs to realize how many of us love him, and how much, though I am VERY thankful that he has Jeff, and that Jeff’s been seeming happier lately, somehow.  Or at least more at ease.

I saw them at LAST weekend’s party, which happened because we love Brian and wanted to see him, all of us locals, and each other, so I got to see so many people that I loved and spend time laughing at some amazingly terrible movies while eating pizza that haunted me for a few days.

Eric’s constant support and his unwavering loyalty and faith in me?  He loves me.  He can’t say it very much, but I suppose he really does.  Not a lot of people will put up with what he does out of just anyone, I suppose, and I need to learn that he doesn’t just put up with me, he ENJOYS being around me.

It’s hard to believe that so many, lovely people don’t just consider me a burden to be endured, but a person to be loved.

And yet I still worry that I’m way off.  Oh well.

In front of me is the ukelele that James bought me in Hawaii, the trip he and Falicia took me on, because they love me.  And I can’t believe I honestly thought they secretly couldn’t stand me.  Yes, it sounds ridiculous.  It does.  But if you were in the mind of someone who is chronically depressed, you’d read the dumbest shit into the smallest things, too, and twist it around to make sense.

We got the ukelele to actually try to learn to play together.  I fixed ours, touristy balsa crap that they were, to work with a bit of ingenuity, or at least to stay in tune.  I did this because I love James, too.

I hesitate to talk about Falicia for a lot of reasons on here, none of them any fault of hers, though.  In my part, however, I love her and she loves me.

Joe is coming to the St. Robert’s rummage to help because he loves me.  I love him so I asked.  It is very important to me, something shared with a few that is so sentimental to me.  I guess 30 years of working there will do that to me, or meeting my best friend there.  Anyway, we’ll be hanging out with my mom 😀

I have this little stuffed monkey over there that hangs on my lamp along with the dog-tags and other important things (like the dream catcher from 7th grade, the one time I truly felt like a part of my school class and saw them as humans instead of puberty demon).  Won that at Kalamari resort, where Jay and Dena went for their anniversary vacation.  They got a few days of a trip so, one of the days, they invited me down and took me to play in the waterpark and fail at carnival games because they love me.  THey took a DAY OUT OF THEIR ANNIVERSARY VACATION to see me.  Because they love me.  That is crazy.  And I love them.  I would sit on all the urine-soaked Greyhound bus seats in the world for nine times as much body-shredding travel just to hang out with them for an hour.  Dena’s heart is so, so wonderful, and she is just BRILLIANTLY funny because of how smart she is.  Jay, too, in a different way.  It’s a bit woman-emotional man-clinical, but not really because Jay has been one of the most generous folks I’ve ever been honored to know.  He’s actually saved me several times.

And yet, for all they’ve invited me places just to hang out and laugh, I secretly fear that they’re just fulfilling some sort of loathed obligation.

Yeaaaah.

Jess bought me that little stuffed cheetah on the trip I went to see her because she loves me and it made me smile.

My hair is blue because Falicia loves me and she dyed it.

My skin smells of fry oil because so many people love me.

 

That was a shitload of babbling.  I’m done now.  It’s 5 a.m. and I’m tired.

So I’m in Hawaii and People are Actually Jealous

This is a very silly concept, since all I’m doing right now is getting into a small argument with my friend Phil. He insists that Nazis can and will live at the center of the earth and they’re going to exposit why in this movie he’s going to watch.
Also I have had enough time to have opinions about movie characters.
The snorkelling is pretty fun, though, as is the near-constant low-level worry about whether or not I know where my shoes are at any given moment.