Wednesday, March 29, 2006

Trudging home after an all nighter I passed two older men talking on the street when I caught the weirdest snippet of conversation:

"You see the government doesn't want you to know about that 'cause if they did you'd have fourteen year olds all over the country staying up all night playing with their elbows!"

Fingers are still sore.

Saturday, March 25, 2006

Ian told me about this weird dream he had this morning where we were in Atlantis and I was trying to explain 9/11 to the people there:

"These planes flew into a couple of buildings"


"And they fell down."


Hard to type tonight. I smashed my hand in our bedroom doorway again. It's really annoying because the jamb is like in a blind spot (that or my depth of field is all wonky), so when I go to reach for the light switch my hand swings into the jamb, smashing my knuckles in. It keeps happening and I'm getting pretty tired of it. To add insult to injury... or in this case more injury, as I was exiting the bedroom later on I did the same thing on my left hand. At the restaurant over lunch I burned a knuckle on the steel teapot as I was reaching for a lemon wedge and then on the way home in the cab a guy ran in front of us and nearly got hit causing Ian, who was holding my hand at the time, to squeeze really fast and hard. Not a good day to be my fingers.

Drawing will be fun tonight.

Thursday, March 16, 2006

First off, Ian and I will be at the Heritage Hall Comic Con this weekend. I'll have some pages for sale so if you've wanted to purchase one for a while, come on down.

Wedding plans are moving along. Spent way too much time this week putting together the invitations (of course I have to be crafty about it). There's still a tonne to do and we haven't got all the addresses back yet. Grah. I've just put away the scissors and envelopes after an all night assembly party with Ian and Vic and now I have to get some real work done.