Sugar Plumed

Okay people, could one of you have a prom themed party please? Look I found this amazing vintage dress at Goodwill today for $25 and I need a place to wear it. Or I can make a few changes and go as Sarah from Labyrinth next Halloween.

Fatal Farm Fun Times

Thanks to Mr. Spice for showing me these. Now I share them with you. Glory!

Beefmas

Merry Beefmas! What you never heard of Beefmas? Pish Posh, figure it out!

Uprooted

My favorite part of my apartment is all the beautiful little trees that are in front of each persons front door. They are over growen and lovely. They make me feel like I live in a forest cottage. Well, this morning I was woken up by the sound of chainsaws. Not just chainsaws but chainsaws at 7:45 on a Saturday morning. Then all of a sudden I notice there is more light coming from my window. They cut down my tree! I am so utterly sad right now. Why did they do that? They are now shoveling into the gowned digging up the roots. I think I may start crying.

Watch Out Baby Jesus!

Mushy

I told someone in my office that I can always tell if I am getting sick if my uvula is mushy. Which of course they just gave me a questing look. I said that when I touch the little punching bag like thing in the back of my throat with my tongue when I healthy it is soft but firm. When I am starting to feel a tiny bit ill and it is more then just being tired that is making me sick then it is extremely soft and kind of mushy. I asked them if they did the same thing. They said they couldn't reach that far back in their throat with their tongue. I was surprised, I thought everyone could. I can reach the tip of my tongue past the uvula and a little inside my throat. I guess I just always assumed everyone could. I will have to make a larger survey of people I know and see if they can reach their uvula. Some day my ability to lick the tip of my nose and inside my own throat will prove useful. I just have to wait it out.

aurora

Northern Lights in Iceland. I wish I could see it in person.

Because I Have Nothing Better to do on Christmas then Download and Post Photos

Well, Merry Christmas. I'm about half way into a bottle of wine so please forgive any typos. Who wants to see my Christmas photos!?!?


This shot is from my parents back yard, I just thought it was pretty.




This is from my walk up the hill in town where all the rich people live and go crazy with their lights. I loved the snowflake lights.



These are from my hike up Point Sal.







My mom got binoculars for Christmas.



The only ones to get toys for Christmas were the dogs which my brother and I took for ourselves to play with.



If you fancy my photos there are a few more plus these on my flickr page. http://www.flickr.com/photos/framented_light/sets/72157603543637676/

Also, a little holiday trivia for you.
Q: How many times can Christine listen to Okkervil Rivers 'Another Radio Song' in a row on this Christmas evening alone in LA?
A: 5

Q: How many times does the line "Brushing past them in the ether, Scream all this is window dressing, All you are is flimsy curtains" make me cry?
A: again 5

Christmas Cheer

I went on a hike to Point Sal today. It was nice to be in the middle on nowhere climbing around in the bushes. I drove out of town on Highway 1 past miles and miles of farm land. It was very beautiful and peaceful.



Christmas Eve I go to church with my parents every year. I consider this a gift to them. If I think about it as a gift I don't really mind going. I ran into an old teacher that didn't really remember me but introduced himself to me because he said I looked familiar. He asked what I was doing now and seemed very impressed. On my way out I went to shake his hand and he grabbed me up against him and gave me an inappropriately long hug pressing his cheek tight onto mine and went for a slight grope. Totally not what I need especially in church on Christmas Eve. He winked and told me not to get into too much trouble in LA. I was hoping that my days of teachers inappropriately touching me would have been over after my schooling was over, apparently not. Like this place didn't already bring back enough bad memories.

Speedy

I'm back home in Lompoc. Drove up this morning. It really is a beautiful drive. Except the part where I got pulled over for speeding. It always seems to happen on highway 1. Luckily I always get out of it. I must only have a few more years of being able to pull off sweet and stupid with the cops. I bought myself a Christmas present of the Bishop Allen 2 disc EP and listened to it on the drive. It seemed fitting and made the trip way more enjoyable. I am currently in love with the song "Same Fire." If I could marry a song I would marry Bishop Allen's "Same Fire." I think it would be good to me and treat me nice. I should look into my legal options on marrying a song.

Tony Duquette

I have to say that my boss always gives me great gifts. He always gives me art or fashion books that are exactly my taste. I wish I had this talent to know what everyone wanted. First off when he came back from his trip to Rio earlier this month he didn't bring me back anything and I was bummed. The two other times that he has been there he brought me back a funky piece of jewelry. Then under our work Christmas tree I saw that all the other ladies in the office had little Tiffany's bags they all got different little silver pendants. But then I got my book and I was so excited. It is this thick fully colored expensive book about Tony Duquette. He is this really eccentric guy that has done set design and interiors. He makes these beautiful but insane bird cages and chandeliers out of relatively cheap materials. It's as if an outsider artist had a hard on for luxury goods. The book is so inspirational and I just want to build crazy things. What a perfect gift, the gift of inspiration is the best thing anyone could ever give me.

Secret Diary

Dear Diary

I have a new secret crush. I had a meeting with her to show artwork. That's when studios come and show us prints that we buy and interpret into fabric prints for our suits. Well she came in with this super cute Vidal Sassoon funky asymmetrical haircut. She was about my age and wore a reindeer sweater and was very lovely. The thing is she had a very thick Scottish accent and used words like rubbish. She told me how she was flying home to Scotland after our meeting and all about what Christmas was like in Scotland. I asked her what the best time of year to visit Scotland is. She said during August when they have their festivals with all the arts and music. When I was shaking her hand and leaving she winked at me. *Sigh* Oh diary, she was ever so dreamy.

Spam Mail of the Day

Spam mail from Crutch Knutson. That is such a great name! Maybe I will name my first born Crutch Knutson.

Popoular macle enhazncemfent SOFTTBABS
Why do you think evil in your hearts. he said, that is, evil of
methat I am a blasphemer. He would now show them that he was no blasphemer, that he had the power
to forgive, that it was the will of God that he should preach the
remission of sins. How could he show it them. In one way only: by
dismissing the consequence, the punishment of those sins, sealing thus
in the individual case the general truth. He who could say to a man,
by the eternal law suffering the consequences of sin: Be whole,
well, strong, suffer no more, must have the right to pronounce his
forgiveness, else there was another than God who had to cure with a word
the man whom his Maker had afflicted. If there were such another, the
kingdom of God must be trembling to its fall, for a stronger had invaded
and reversed its decrees. Power does not give the right to pardon, but
its possession may prove the right.

Advent Wrath

You know I thought it was all bad ass last night when I heard gunshots proceeded by a bunch of police cars and a helicopter circling my apartment for a good half hour. They even had a loud speaker telling the guy to lay down his weapon and come out with his hands up. But THEN it just happened again tonight. Wheeee, it's like Groundhogs Day only involving some sort of serial killer in my neighborhood. I will call this guy The Advent Calendar Killer (T.A.C.K) who kills a new person every night in December until Christmas.

Stranded

The Pack

Here are the little drawings I did of Dan's family's pets. They are pretty simple but kinda sweet. I hope I get to see the final product with other peoples contributions. I also wish I could get away with drawing something for my families presents. They have never really been that keen on my artistic endeavors though so hopefully someone else's family will enjoy them.

Sugar Vomit

9:45: Mexican sweet breads
12:30: giant poinsettia with box of cookies
2:30: box of assorted chocolates
3:00: second tub of popcorn
3:10: One vender gave me a scented candle in a beautiful glass jar with a painting of a bird on it. It really is very lovely.
4:30: chocolate covered pretzels

Well, up until this week I have been really good and aloud myself one treat a day. Yesterday and today I've shoved everything insight into my mouth. I think I may vomit. There is no way I'll be able to roll myself to the gym tonight. Ugh, what the hell, why did I do that?!?! Damn you menstrual cycle! I never understood the threat of belly aches when I was little. My adult body understands this concept.

A Year Later Without You

I'm going to make a few drawings for Dan of his family pets. He sent me over pictures of all their dogs and cats. Very cute! It reminded me that at this time last year my cat died. Rest in peace Aloysius, you were so fluffy and terrified of everything.

Candy Ass Update part 5

This is danger week and it is starting strong

10am: basket of muffins and cookies
10:45am: box of Christmas tree shaped cookies with decorative frosting.
12:10pm: the giant tub of popcorn came. I love the cheese popcorn!
2:30pm: a gift card for one pound of See's candy
3:00pm: a gift basket of Starbucks goodies

Toasted

My first thought this morning when I woke up was "French Toast." Of course I didn't actually have eggs or bread to make French Toast and frankly I have no idea where this thought even came from. All I do know is damn do I want a hardy slice of French Toast all warm and buttery. *sigh*

Cheer

I have to say I had a really nice weekend with a mix of things to do and time to do nothing. I started getting the third season of Lost on Netflix. I had some good quality stare at the TV and think about nothing time. On Saturday afternoon I walked over to Meltdown comics for the super*Market local comic fair. Hazel was one of the organizers and Lindsey plus The Atrox were showing. Later on that night the Lindsys and David and myself went over to Rachel's Winter Formal holiday party, which is what the photos are from. That was a fun time, I drank a LOT on gingerbread martinis, yummy. We then party hopped over to another party at a girl name Hailey's apartment.

On Sunday I spent a lot of time reading. I went to Goodwill and found a few really cute things. I made cookies and my apartment still smells like it, I wish the smell would never go away. I made a strange felt dove for Maureen's Christmas tree. I've made a lot of ornaments this year for someone that doesn't have a tree. No one was decorating the gold tree at work so I took it as my duty to make rhinestone flower ornaments for it. Sunday night I went over to Maureen's for a holiday get together tree decorating. We played a game called "Catch Phrase" which is a lot like Taboo. It is a delightful game but under beeping pressure ones thought process and verbal skills seem to disappear.

Winter Wonders

Here are some photos from tonight and more on my flickr page http://www.flickr.com/photos/framented_light/sets/72157603468242774/

Get Up

I'm a little over half way through Miranda July's "No one belongs here more then you." I very much recommend it. Here is another little part I love. It's a rather long paragraph but I wanted to write it down to share and to also keep in my records.

"This morning I woke up to the sound of the neighbor trimming his tree. I told myself he would stop trimming only if I got out of bed. The tree got smaller and smaller. Soon it was just a stump, and he had to go underground and start trimming the roots, and still I couldn't get up. The roots were gone and he was sawing through the earth and I told myself that when he came out in China, I would get up. It took him all day. I wept and curled and uncurled myself in a way I couldn't control. I was actually writhing in heartache, as if I were a single muscle whose purpose was to mourn. But by the time my neighbor hit the molten core, I was motionless. I had exhausted myself into a blank stare, a full-body examination of the ceiling. I could feel him pushing up underneath the streets of Shanghai, and to my horror, I felt hunger. The body's expression of hope. As he burst through the ground and into the Chinese air, I sat up. He plowed into the sky, upward through tree leaves and then the clouds. My neighbor sawed into space. He cut through the Milky Way, right through the stars and stardust. He went around the universe in a giant circle. And then he landed, with a quiet thud, back in his yard. I lifted the curtain and saw him putting out the sprinkler. It was dusk. If he saw me I would live. Look up, look up, look up. He raised his eyes, as if it were his own idea, and I waved."

Communion

POTHARAM, Thailand -- Inside a dark room, realistic-looking "human body parts" are stacked on shelves and hanging on meat hooks. The place looks like a mortuary or the lair of a serial killer, but in fact, it's a bakery.
What appears to be putrefying body parts are the bread sculptures of 28-year-old art student Kittiwat Unarrom.
"Of course, people were shocked and thought that I was mad when they saw the works. But once they knew the idea behind it, they understood and became interested in the work itself, instead of thinking that I am crazy," said the fine arts master's degree student.

He hopes his realistic artwork will make people ponder whether they are consuming food, or food is consuming them.
"Everyone's life is rushed nowadays, even when it comes to eating," he said. "When we eat, we don't think about our health or safety, we only think of our taste buds."
As an undergraduate art student, Kittiwat started painting portraits. He then moved to mixed media and finally dough - a natural medium for him since his family runs a bakery.
Along with edible human heads crafted from dough, chocolate, raisins and cashews, Kittiwat makes human arms, feet, and chicken and pig parts. He uses anatomy books and his vivid memories of visiting a forensics museum to create the human parts.
He now is receiving regular orders from the curious and from pranksters who want to surprise their friends or colleagues, but that's a minor sideline.
By the end of the year, Kittiwat's confectionary slaughterhouse will go on display at Bangkok's Silpakorn University. It's his final dissertation, and he hopes it will secure him a master of arts degree.
"When people see the bread, they don't want to eat it. But when they taste it, it's just normal bread," he said. "The lesson is 'don't judge just by outer appearances.'"

Who-Dee-Whoooooooooo

I doodled this guy at lunch today. We're totally friends now. I call him Who-Dee-Who

Lost In Translation Spoiler Alert

Oh internet you are so wondrous! The crap I learn on you every day will stick in my head for years to come, like this gem.

"Geeks somewhere used nanotechnology or something like that to uncover the ancient mystery of what exactly Bill Murray whispered to Scarlett Johansson in the final scene of Lost In Translation. "

"I have to go, but I won't let that come between us."

awwww, sigh, that is lovely.

Candy Ass Update part 4

11am: Another cheesecake.
I have to say I'm surprised at the small amount of stuff we have gotten so far. This time last year there was a lot more goodies. Where is the giant tub of popcorn with the cheese popcorn. Mmmmm, I want gross bright orange cheese popcorn.

wailing

I went over to Lindsey's last night and she is letting me barrow "No one belongs here more than you" by Miranda July which I've been wanting to read for awhile now. I started reading it tonight and it is so good. I can completely relate to her and I know that she is a little crazy but in a conscious type of way, that's probably why I find it so relatable. Here is a little piece of it that I really liked where she is looking at a photo of a whale;

"I looked in its tiny wise eye and wondered where that eye was now. Was it alive and swimming, or had it died long ago, or was it dying now, right this second? When a whale dies, it falls down through the ocean slowly, over the course of a day. All the other fish see if fall, like a giant statue, like a building, but slowly, slowly. I focused my attention on the eye; I tried to reach down inside of it, towards the real whale, the dying whale, and I whispered, It's not your fault."

New Unmentionables

Seriously, H&M has the cutest underwear for cheap prices around. I just bought some really awesome bras and panties today. I just think they are way more fashion forward then Victoria's Secret and a third the price. Well, I hope the women in my gym locker room appreciate my killer new unmentionables because they are frankly the only people that see me in my underwear these days. Wheeeeee, my life is so awesome. See, see what I did there? I took a perfectly light hearted post and brought it right back around to depressing. That seems to be my gift to the world these days.

Oooh Dreamweaver

I'm trying to figure out what's better or worse. Lately I have been having very stressful realistic nightmares. I wake-up all tense but feel better knowing it was all just a dream. Last night I had this beautiful vivid dream that seemed so real and was full of love and happiness. I woke up and realized it wasn't real and got very depressed. So is it better to have a night of bad dreams and wake up to knowing it isn't real or to have a very happy dream only to wake up and realize it isn't real? Man, I miss my abstract crazy dreams that have nothing at all to do with real life. Hey subconscious, can we bring those back into the rotation?

About Town

I drove a 100 miles all around the city today. I do not exaggerate I kept detailed records of my mileage because I am expensing the gas money to my company. I had to go on a shopping report of all the athletic wear stores. I started the morning in Encino, then Sherman Oaks, Beverly Hills, Melrose, all Los Angeles, and Santa Monica. This would probably be fun work if I could afford to do shopping for myself as well. The places I went were all pretty pricey though. I really dislike shopping in Beverly Hills. There are the most terrifying women I have ever seen in those stores and they are as mean as snakes. None of them have a wrinkle on their face but their hands and necks look like bark. I fear that they are going to miss having a soul and will try and take mine. All that and they jay walk like crazy there and I'm afraid I'm going to hit some high powered attorney's wife and get sued for millions. There was some really beautiful clothes in the stores now and I really wanted a lot of the stuff for myself. After my all day trip I hit the gym. I noticed on my way out this tiny little Mexican clothing store with really cheap slutty club wear, nothing in the store was over $8. I saw this dress in the window for $6. It doesn't take much to make me happy. I love the colors and the print! That tiny little Mexican shop totally made my day, and I didn't get the feeling anyone wanted to take my soul away from me there. I fear you will think I am silly for posting this photo but I also wanted to show my find :)

Candy Ass Update part 3

I'm changing the title of these updates because I really don't like the term fat ass but candy ass is a delight.

11:45: Giant cookies elaborately decorated with Christmas themed frosting drawings on them.

Blonde Redhead

Seeing people this weekend made me realize I forgot to mention that I changed my hair once again. Shhhh, I'm pretending you actually care. Here is a completely self-indulgent photo of it. I like it. I always feel more myself with blonde hair, probably because my natural color is dark blonde. Its given me a little bit of a boost. I know it is silly but hey, I take what I can get. My embarrassing admission is that I've been feeling rather low in the self esteem department as of late. It's funny, at this age I feel so ridiculous and stupid for being depressed over superficial looks issues. I miss my youth where I could have outward superficial issues without feeling guilty for having them. Ahhh, I really digressed from what I intended to post. Um...I feel slightly weird about posting this now but whatever, fuck it! I've started my New Years resolution earlier this month and it was to be more honest with not just other people but also with myself so yeah.

Poloodle

This was a nice little weekend. Friday night I saw Juno which was pretty cute and sweet. On Saturday I finally saw 300 and thought it was sucky. I mean I had really low expectations and I was still surprised at how much I didn't like it. Saturday night was Amanda's wine and cheese party which is always a delightful. Today I watched The Namesake. I really liked this movie. The parts in India were gorgeous with the most beautiful colors. I now have a strong desire to wear turquoise with orange and gold flowy fabrics. Today I headed over to Santa Clarita for Mike's Lost themed birthday party. Check out the polar bear costume on the adorable standard black poodle whom I fell in love with.

41 LBS of Pure Baby!

Ginger Balls

I have an new budding relationship with ginger tea. Normally I like my tea really strong and black (insert joke here). I like very light ginger tea. It makes my insides feel cozy. The taste is growing on me. I mostly just like the feeling and smell of it.

This week has been busy busy busy with work. Almost done. I'll go to the gym after work and then I have tickets to see Juno. I haven't been to the movies in months so I'm excited. Tomorrow is Amanda's annual Wine and Cheese party. I can't believe it will be #5. I think I may have missed the first one because of school work. This will be my 4th one. Just about 2 more hours of work and then a weekend of fun and games! Oh GOD let there be games!

Fat ass Update part 2

Let it being known that there are only 7 people in my office to eat all this food.

3:20: Strawberry Cheesecake

Fat Ass Update part 1

I think I will update this blog with all the food we recieve. I don't think anyone actually cares, but I feel like recording it. Look for more updates the next few weeks.

1:40: Three boxes of Mrs. Beasley cookies.

Mission Fat Ass is a Go

Oh dear God, the parade of holiday treats has officially begun today. Every year our office fills up with gifts from our vendors of the tasty fatty variety. I just unwrapped a box of chocolate covered macadamia nuts, a box of assorted chocolates, and a box of fancy cookies. Why can't anyone send fruit or nuts? I remember last year at the end of December I had a first. It was the first time in my whole life that I was sick of chocolate and couldn't even look at the stuff. I can't even comprehend being in a mental state as that but I think I shall soon remember.

Limping To The End of the Year

Things that suck about my work schedule this month.
1. I have to work the day after Christmas which means I have to drive back from Lompoc Christmas night.
2. I have to work New Years Eve which mean I will be forced to stay in LA this year.

Note to Self & any Readers I May Have

I just looked at my blog. I have apparently lost my fucking mind. I just have little desire to actually talk about my life and things I am doing. This is probably a result of the depression I fall into every December. I know it doesn't look like depression, more like a big heaping mess of crazy. But if you know me then you know that insane things make me happy and keep me distracted. I'm not promising that the rest of December isn't going to look like something you would find in a tunnel, on the chocolate river, in Willy Wonka's Chocolate Factory. So I guess, sit back and enjoy the ride.

Letter to Santa

Dear Santa

I've been pretty good this year. I would like a Scottish Fold Kitty in my sock Christmas morning. I will loves you forever if you do.
XOXO
Christine

Fun Fact of the Day

In the late 16th century, the fat of a red-headed man was an essential ingredient for poison.

Spam Mail of the Day

This one wins for sure!



Subject: The Beaugty And The ZOOO‏
HORSWE Fucskjing Woiman's Ass
In her imagination he was that terrible moaning personified. Do you want some more to
eat.

Charmed

The Taste of Tea

I finally got around to watching my Netflix this weekend. I haven't been in a movie watching mood lately so it took me awhile to watch them. I watched The Taste of Tea which is a very charming little film. Check out the first two minutes of this video with this guy dancing. He is amazing! It was my favorite part of the movie. I wish my body would move likes his, so beautiful. The clip goes on to a whole other scene that is pretty funny but really I like the dancing part in the beginning.

Gifted

Look, I am aware that I tend to make innocent things pervy. However, I can't be the only person to have laughed at day one of my advent calendar being a giant erect candle on Santa's crotch as he greets children.

Happy Belly

Soooooooup time! I love soup and tea, possible my two favorite things. I have them year around but when the weather starts to get cold I consume soup like a fiend. I just got back from the store with four different types of soup. Had there been more vegetarian soups I would have bought even more. Now to decided which one to eat first. Tonight might be a tomato with red pepper night. I also started my chocolate advent calendar my mom gave me when I went home for Thanksgiving. Now that I'm an adult and not being watched over how will I ever just eat one a day? This is going to be tough.