Monthly Archives: May 2013
Sometimes I wonder what I would have been like had I been born in another time.
For instance, if I’d been born in the 16th century or somewhere thereabouts, my pasty skin and larger figure would be fawned over by men everywhere because it would indicate I was rich and attractive rather than lazy and…well, pasty.
If I’d been a teenager in the 80’s, my frizzy hair would be the envy of men and women alike. I would be teasing up a storm instead of hiding it under a mountain of mousse.
And had I been born anywhere before the twentieth century, I would not have to use the terrifying contraption that is the telephone.
Once again, there are a couple of things I’d like to post about, one of which is a big announcement for my videos, and once again I’ve decided to post about Errol instead. But this time it’s a time sensitive post, so it takes the priority spot.
Errol is great at promotion. If you have a project or fundraiser that you need to be promoted, he will gladly promote it. If you’re shy about asking people for money or asking them to take time out of their schedules for you, Errol will talk about it to others until he is blue in the face (that hasn’t happened yet). Read the rest of this entry
There is a spot behind on my computer desk, just behind the moniter, that has no phone signal. I only realized this a couple of days ago when my phone was sitting there and not making any noise despite me seeing emails pop up on my computer.
I am not an artist. It’s not that I don’t like drawing. I love it in fact. But I am not an artist. And I am certainly not good. I know nothing of stippling, or shading, or gradients. I don’t know about perspective. I watch people making doodles in their notebook like one would watch a wizard perform a spell to conjure up a dragon. It’s simply alien and impossible to me.
Okay, I DID take drawing classes as a kid, and in fact was considered “good” in many ways. But I gave that up for the various reasons that kids give things up…okay, a boy in my class saw a picture in the newspaper of me drawing and said I looked like a butt. To me that seemed to translate as “you’re a bad artist”. But that’s besides the fact!
Do you like to play video games? Yes? Awesome. Then you could be good friends with Errol. But do you like to FINISH those video games in a timely manner?…If the answer is also yes, you probably want to take a moment before letting him near your console.