It’s Friday and I am bogged down with homework. I have a project for Type (font promotion poster) and a project for Mixed Media (line art for acrylic glaze project).
So far I haven’t gotten the chance to start them, as I was finishing my Illuminated lettering project from week before last (I just didn’t have the time or hand strength left to color it before turning it in) but finish it I did:
<–almost finished version…I went over the borders with gold metallic pen…though you can’t really tell on a scanned version, there is a surplus of gold and silver in this, as I really wanted to get across the traditional gold-leafed Illuminated style. The lettering is very crooked and inconsistent, but I had to frickin’ draw it out by HAND. I was as careful as I could be, guide lines and everything, but this was the best I could do…this is why I choose to use a computer for my fancy lettering.
Yesterday morning, Briggs and I went over to Burgandy and Barry’s house (they just got back from 3 months in Seattle on Sunday) and she is all adorably round and pregnant. She asked me to bring my Bear book
( 
<–this one)
so she could see it, since Janet, Briggs’ stepmom, loved it and had told her all about it. She was traumatized by the ending and gave me the requisite horrified look. She said that her children are NOT going to read it. 
Last night, Cameron (our landlord and the owner of the apartment above us) was having a contractor friend do some re-flooring in his bathroom, with marble, of course, which required all kinds of re-enforcing and raising the toilet height, and messing with old valves which Cameron hasn’t bothered to get replaced…the end result being, as I sat on my sofa, studiously doing homework (see: trying not to inhale too many fumes from my metallic markers) and watching Arrested Development, I started to hear a strange noise…a pattering, spattering noise. Curiously, I set my work aside and ventured to the bathroom where it seemed to originate. Seems that whatever was going on upstairs had gone badly…and there was water dribbling down around the light fixture on the ceiling and the air vent on the wall, and falling and splashing all over the floor and the sink and everything else.
I rushed upstairs and told the contractor and he hurried down and was very sorry and got the shop-vac and some oil soap and the end result was that our bathroom got cleaned for us. I mean, the water was kind of silty from being between floors and all, a bit dirty but not sewage water or anything…and the contractor cleaned it all up–wiped down every surface that it may have fallen on — the walls where the cats leave paw smears while scrambling up to the window ledge, the sink top that was dirty, behind the toilet (where a bit of silt had accumulated, but that hadn’t been exactly spotless before-hand) anyway, he was super nice and helpful and very very sorry. I gave him some chocolate-chip cookies.
The weather has been getting progressively warmer. I actually wrapped something to pack in my super long pink and black scarf
…since I didn’t think I was really going to need a scarf a lot for the next few weeks. It’s 81 degrees right now, and things are blooming everywhere. Weird having spring so late, but the tree in the back of the courtyard is an explosion of bubblegum pink.
Briggs and I finished Jericho. It was well done, and they even managed to wrap up their loose ends before they got canceled, for which I am quite grateful, but I’m very sad the show is over…one of those rare, well-written, interesting, non-formulaic stories that are hard to find and hard to keep on the air, since no one is interested in good TV. Although this one may have gotten canceled because it made some not-so-subtle jabs at Haliburton. (which I don’t know how to spell but it doesn’t matter, because their name is Jennings and Rall in the show.)
The other night, Briggs and I finally watched August Rush, which I REALLY liked.
It was cute and sweet and about intertwined destinies and music, and full of magic and the most unlikely things that could happen. And had a pretty, angsty, Irish Boy rockstar as one of the main characters. And Robin Williams being a crazy man. And not jolly find-the-holy-grail crazy, either.
Currently I am reading:
Another comic from the genius of Alan Moore.
I made Chicken Parmesan the other night, which would have been really good, but for the fact that that was the night I choose to learn the lesson that you can add WAY TOO MUCH salt to water for boiling pasta. Oops.
I finally made it down to Future Tenant to check out the I-Am-A-Heather show, and it turns out, even though they kept me listed on the website for a few days after the show started, they had chosen one of the newer entries to put up. I don’t mind that they put up a better entry–I mean, even though I like my zombie birthday cake girl a lot, it was a fun, quick, cute design–not fine art, and there were a number a very lovely pieces at that show. I was, however, a little irritated that they kept me listed and didn’t contact me to let me KNOW I was out…and also that, even though I emailed them to let them know that my name was NOT in fact ‘Rachel Rockstarrc’, they never changed it. Which I guess is irrelevant, since they didn’t keep me in the show…
We might go out to the Foundation (the new place) today if the people moving out give us a call.
<–the guy who wrote this was really nice and his story sounded intriguing.
<–’Playing Dead’ — a comic about vampires in Pittsburgh. Cute little indy comic by ‘Openly Lewd Comics’.
<– a really pretty horror comic collection from the 1980s or so.
and 
Aaron Douglas!
<–Illuminated Lettering
