The Dream Box

Don’t be afraid to get dirty.

Love this. Via Quipsologies.

What exactly is it about Obama’s speech that has people boycotting school to prevent their children from watching it?

I’d really appreciate it if someone could tell me how telling kids to have some personal responsibility and to stay in school is promoting some sort of “liberal agenda.” Seriously.

I was just looking at my blog stats, and the number one search that leads people here?

“How to get into someone else’s dream box.”

How fucking many of you are Googling that?! Please keep doing it. My blog loves to be Googled.

I have decided that I’m already over the comforter I got as a gift a year ago, even though I picked it out. Because I can’t commit to anything. As soon as I find someone who will buy it from me, I’m getting this:

I want to snuggle up in all of its happy, yellow flower glory.

I’m a graphic designer, so logic says I should have some kind of artistic ability outside of being able to put together sexy designs for the web and magazines. Every now and again I attempt something that will require me to draw or paint, mostly because I forget that the last time I tried it made me want to rip my eyebrows out. Last week I was overtaken by the desire to cheer up my very beige apartment, and since I’m not exactly at a place financially right now to make it rain, I was trying to do it on the cheap.

I started out thinking that I would just buy a couple of canvases and some paint, and oh I don’t know, just paint some abstract crap that would be bright and pretty and would look nice on my walls. About 25 minutes into that project I was suddenly reminded of the level at which I SUCK at painting. Suck, suck, suck. Everything I touched turned to ugly. I was so angry and annoyed I decided to take a walk before I punched through a wall or something. (I clearly would not be a candidate for “art therapy.” I can almost guarantee whoever was trying to facilitate that shit would wind up with a paint can dumped over their head.) I wandered to the mailboxes in my apartment complex, and that day’s mail just so happened to contain a flyer for Michael’s. I took that as a sign, hopped in the car and entered into arts and crafts hell.

I spent so much time picking out supplies I was actually sore the next day from squatting on the floor deciding if this patterned paper went with that shade of white paint. Because one shade of white is CLEARLY not enough. And do you know what I left with? One fucking can of spray paint and 5 pieces of scrap book paper.

I got home, started to spray paint some frames I already had to frame the scrap book paper I bought (I know that sounds insanely lame, but seriously, the patterns are really cool and it does look like cool framed art once you finish). Not only did I break one of my frames because I have all of the grace of a motherfucking herd of elephants, the piece of shit spray paint I bought at the arts and crafts store clogged and could only be un-clogged by using mineral spirits. Because, you know, I just have a vile of mineral spirits hanging around my fucking apartment.

ANOTHER trip later (made worse by the fact that every store in town was packed with college kids and their parents buying shit to try and make the cinderblock cell they have to share for a year with a stranger “homey”), I had a replacement frame, new spray paint, and a massive headache from spending too much time up close and personal with the previous aerosol can of paint.

But holy fuck, is my apartment spruced.

I have been doing a little apartment sprucing this week, which has only resulted in me wishing I had money to do some serious decorating. As cool as my framed albums are, I’m ready for more grown up decor. (Baby steps though. I only just put away the framed movie posters from my dorm room/ college apartment.) I would be nervous to put this on the walls in my apartment, but how fucking cool is this giant wall sticker of the world?

Informative AND well-designed.

A whole month with no posts must have been really awful for my five faithful readers. To you, I apologize. The rest of you fair weather readers can suck it. (Just kidding! I love your hits!)

Big changes around here – a new location, new apartment, and best of all a NEW JOB! Even better than that? It’s motherfucking FULL TIME. (After you’ve been unemployed for six months, you will also be so overjoyed that you’ll start using the Caps Lock key.) Also, no centipedes to date in my new place – but I don’t want to speak to soon. There could be something worse lurking behind my walls.

Posting will resume now. Mostly because someone else I know started a blog and now I feel threatened. There are going to be some format changes – I’m going to post more fun design things, because who doesn’t need a daily eyegasm? I’m also working on finding a template so I can at least have my own, personally designed header – though I might have to break down and just buy domain space so I can have more control over the design of this thing.

Stay tuned for reflections on unemployment.