A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away….

...a Jedi master needed a prom dress. Not just any dress, a dress laced with the Force!
I find myself in the all too familiar position of dress hunting, this time however for a wedding dress.  This go around I thought I would give ebay a shot, that means every few days I scroll through literally hundreds of dresses one by one looking for the perfect dress.
     Monday as I was browsing this listing popped up:
It is made of green and gold organza, and goes perfectly with Luke Skywalker's lightsaber! 

     Someone took a picture of this dress, then photoshopped it creating the photo that you see here now.  Someone thought that this photo showed the dress in its best light.  Someone thought that this photo was their best chance to get the highest bid possible.  Then someone bought the dress for $49.95.

emmh... go to homecoming with me you will....

Sigh....

I am sitting on my sofa amidst the carnage of 2 people too busy to clean for 2 1/2 weeks.  I started to try and catch up the other day with dishes, we both had gone through every dish, Tupperware, punchbowl, you name it and it was in the sink/ on the counter. Then we resorted to take out. My sweetie and I have been very occupied with various jobs and obligations and unfortunately apartment has had some collateral damage.   About a week and a half ago I was down to my last pair of clean skivvies and squeezed in 2 loads of laundry, however I did not squeeze in folding time.  So all the clean clothes have been in a pile on the floor... next to the dirty pile of clothes and now they have joined forces and become a superpower. Tomorrow I am going to enter into negotiations We are slowly chipping away at putting things in order, but to be honest it has taken a few days to catch my breath after the marathon we have been running.  I am lucky because I have reached a point in my schedule where I can sit on the couch and blog.  My significant other is still on his toes and running at full speed, and will not really get a break for a few more weeks.  I'm hoping to snag him this weekend for dinner, to celebrate both our birthdays!

All Work and No Play Makes Me a Dull Girl

   I am supposed to be constructing a model at this moment. It is 10:30 on a Friday night and I sit among my knives and chemicals in a distinct non-recreational manner. I have taken on a couple of over-lapping jobs lately, and they are keeping me occupied. I have to admit my fight or flight reflexes are starting to kick in! So, instead of pushing through (I have a good 4 hours of work a head of me) I have chosen to blog of course!
Here is a short list of things I wish I was doing instead:
-Mani-Pedi
I have super glue all over my nails and one of those massage chairs sounds awesome!
-In a Movie theatre
don't care what movie, as long as it has some car chases and I get popcorn
-Playing Poker
with a PBR in one hand and a royal flush in the other- NICE
-BOWLING
STRIKE! seems like an appropriate exclamation of my mood
- Playing a Wii,
or Xbox, or whatever the cool kids have these days
- Sitting in a Hottub
under the stars, out of cellphone range
-Going out for dessert
mmmm dessert
Do you see a distinct lack of knives and chemicals in that list..... Me Too. Hmmm.... Maybe next weekend.

Dusty Blog

Happy Halloween/ Thanksgiving/ Christmas/ New Year/ MLK Day/ Inauguration! So, where were we?

There are many things on the cooker right now. I am in the midst of balancing my life as an artist, and my life as an eating person. Wedding plans are beginning to solidify, we now have invitations, a venue, an officiant, and a possible caterer. It is not going to be a traditional wedding so it is not traditional planning. My mind is full of work schedules, design schedules, wedding details and resolutions.

Resolution 1: Reduce Procrastination
This has yet to be put in motion.
Resolution 2: Keep a more Organized Life
This resolution is meant for everything in my life from scheduling, work spaces, closets, even dishes! I generally have a lax attidude about keeping things straight, but am tired of always looking for things!
Resolution 3: Lose 8 pounds
Okay now this one is the kicker. As you may remember I joined a gym last year, and it turns out that gym life has very little to do with an eighties movie montage. I have not renewed the membership, a decisive move to not pay to not go, because I can not go for free! To simultaneously quit the gym and resolve to lose weight is not producing the desired results. I am looking into exercise methods more suited to my lifestyle.
Resolution 4: Travel and be more Outdoorsy
Last year, there were few non-business related outings. I want to explore my surroundings more, and get out and hike around. I used to do a bit of this, and am resolved to get out more!

We'll see how this goes!

Face Time

I have a Facebook page, a Myspace page and a now seeming archaic Friendster page. I have been addicted to Facebook for a while now, I have a mob, cyberpet, greenpatch, I am a fan of Tom Waits, This American Life, and Barack Obama. It is a very full virtual life that keeps me online into the wee-hours of the morning. I have found friends that I haven't had any contact with for years and years. I get updates on events, birthdays, and special occasions. Along with all of this access comes a convergence of worlds, there is no way to compartmentalize people, who as to this point in my life were neatly separated - like a elementary school lunch tray. It is like the 6 degrees of separation in computer form, and people come out of the woodwork.
This morning I was perusing the homepage and a highschool friend had posted that she was "fasting so Prop 8 would pass". Now, I have posted things about my political views too, and other friends have posted things that I haven't thought twice about it. What really struck me is that these views on religion and politics are subjects that I have always avoided with the highschool compartment of my friend tray. I was largely outnumbered in highschool by people who felt the opposite of me, at a time when non-conformity felt like social suicide. If anyone asked my opinion then I would tell them exactly what I thought, but I was never the one to bring up the subject. I figured I would meet more open minded people in college, which I did. Now when I don't agree with someone, I am less likely to keep my mouth shut, I'm not combative- but definitely not silent.
I clicked on the "Fast for Prop 8" event to see what exactly it was. This was the description:
"We are asking the nation to fast for Prop 8 at 10am for 24 hours. Fast for parental rights and religious freedom!"
In my view, prop 8 restricts rights and religious freedom. As I read the comments a sense of panic began to set in - the only cure was to go directly to the No Prop 8 website and make a donation. There seems to be a lot at stake in this upcoming election, and my former stance of 'don't ask don't tell' feels inadequate. Before this political season, I have never made a donation to anything political. Now I have donated to Obama's campaign, Planned Parenthood, and No on Prop 8 (mainly because of things I have read on Facebook.) I guess Facebook not only has allowed me to get in touch with old friends, but also get in touch with my political voice.

Autumn Schmatumn

With the coming of Fall, I find a restlessness settling over me. (Can restlessness settle? hmmm...) Seattle has officially accepted its Autumn standing and we are starting the rainy season. Yay! Sweaters are back! I have to say have been missing my sweaters- but still I will begrudgingly trade their spots in the closet with the summer dresses. With the move to indoor activities I want to stretch out and read, quilt, finished all of the little projects that were set aside mid-thought last Spring. Perhaps, this surging urge to up my cozy activities will pass, and my evenings will carry on as the computer surfing-facebook dwelling- avoidance of all things work related- Status quo. That and buckle myself in for months of chilly feet... but then again YAY! Fuzzy socks!

Checks and Balances

I received an award today. I didn't even know I was in contention for an award, but Lo and Behold! it was on my doorstep when I got home!
I am assisting a designer who has a huge project that needs to be Fed-Exed to L.A. by 3:00 tomorrow. Today was a busy day, that has followed a busy 8 day week without a weekend. We are on schedule, so we are not in panic mode but the pace has definitely has increased in tempo. By 4:30 my efficiency and productivity levels dropped considerably. I was working on a very elaborate 3/8th inch scale chandelier, when I super-glued my ring finger to my pinky. In my defense, this is not an event that denotes dull-wittedness, just something that is unavoidable from time to time when you work on small scale models. However, it does make one feel pretty stupid. Gluing your fingers together isn't painful (initially), and it is fairly easy to undo. The key is not to panic, and calmly get out your nail polish remover (acetone is the important ingredient) and in moments you will once again be free to play the piano, open doors, pick your nose, and get a high score on your nintendo gameboy with 100% dexterity... that is if you have nail polish remover handy... which I did not. With the push to get the project out tomorrow I wasn't able to seek out the necessary solvent. I figured I only had two more hours of work before quittin' time, and since it wasn't my index finger to my thumb (which yes I have done on a separate occasion) I could still continue model building. Here is a hint, if ever in this situation: tape the glue fingers together as well. " What!?" you might say, "You're crazy, that will make me look sillier and bring attention to an already sticky situation!" Here's why: your fingers want to be free, and will continue to try to pull themselves apart, causing the painful development of ripping skin (gross I know). By taping the offending fingers they will not pull and hence buying time until you can get to the all important acetone.
I finished the day, got in my car and drove home where I found a package on my doorstep. Inside, was a plaque that reads "in recognition of your talent and dedication as a Design Assistant". This was for a project I worked on in February. "Ha! Cool!" I thought and before the accolades went to my head, proceded to the bathroom to de-super-glue my fingers.