Interactively speaking

November 25th, 2006

Thought I’d upload some images of the interactive ATCs I made for last month’s Challenge, they had to feature bottle caps. Being a person who is happy splashing about with paint, I decided to use some pre-made papers, and try to work with them using inks and stamps, the results were quite interesting (to me, anyway). What concerns me is that I am seeming to be a ‘jack of all trades, but master of none’, and I’m not sure how I feel about that. I think I would like to be really good at woking in one medium rather than being able to get by in several. Aaaanyway, I finished the ATCs ages ago and promptly forgot about them, so here goes:

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Et voila!

moan moan thud

November 25th, 2006

I’m getting really disheartened by the group. There are over fifty members, yet it is the same (small) handful who reply to posts and sign-up whenever a swap is announced.
I have, in the past, offered the explanation that our members often fall into two categories, the tentative, and the adventurous, and that often in a bid to host swaps that fall in the middle ground, we have swaps that are too adventurous for our timid members yet too ‘tame’ for our adventurous members. However, I’m becoming a tad frustrated here, because folk don’t want to take part in the swaps we announce, they don’t want to host swaps themselves, and they don’t want to tell me what they do want!
I don’t mind hosting swaps, I don’t relish chasing people up, but I’ll do it. Also, I really don’t mind being in swaps where the members are at different ‘levels’ or stages in their art-journeys, but I’m getting tired of constantly begging people to participate. I think it’s a bit of a sad state when I would rather join swaps on other groups than ‘pull-teeth’ on this one. I may be the ‘group Mom’ but folk need to understand that it is THEIR group and can only be as exciting or as much fun, as THEY make it.

Yes, I realise some members of the group might read this post, but they are probably not the ones I am referring to.
Right, I’m glad I got that off my chest, it’s prolly healthier than laying awake at night grinding my teeth amd worrying about it!

Ohhh! Choooon!!

November 24th, 2006

Found this kickin’ choon called “Drew Barrymore”, by James Casey last night and have been humming it ever since, check it out. It’s got this chorus that you can’t get out of your head, like the song at the end of Grease, but not quite so cheesey. I’ve got it playing on a loop on iTunes at the moment, and it ‘rawks’, as the girlies say across the pond. It’s got me playing my imaginary drum-kit, so I might not have it playing whilest I’ve got company or my secret will be out.
Altogether now….. “I am, as you are, and we’re just the same….”

Now we’re done Creating Beauty ……

November 23rd, 2006

Yayyy! Another collage done and dusted. I just emailed Pam to find out if she’s ready to receive, and then it’s off to the post for this baby!

beforeIt was weird, because I’m the 5th out of 6 players and yet when this collage arrived, there was a beautiful background, which I lurve, but not focal point, central image or even any collage elements, apart from on the left, where there is some tissue paper, mesh and some metallic embellishments :( kind of makes you wanna go “Whaaaatha????”
Collage (left) by Debrynda, Barbara, Stacie and Annette.

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This is a tough one because I wasn’t sure whether to add some embellishments like the 5th person in this round robin is supposed to or whether to add some sort of focal point, but then it did seem to be crying out for a central image, so I just went for it! Voila!

Apres moi.

Creepiness…

November 22nd, 2006

I’ve been reading Wil Wheaton’s blog (again, ghastly word!) and followed a link on there to his wife’s blog and then on to her sister’s blog. I must admit it felt a tad creepy following these links and bit by bit finding out more about his life and those of his loved ones. I felt like a real intruder or maybe some sort of stalker… isn’t there a law against that? Anyway, I’m not going to link to the two blogs I ended up at just because that feels wrong.

Howver, I did find out that Wil’s wife is Croatian (I think, but I got a bit confused…) and that got me thinking about the Kevin Bacon game. You know the one where you see how many links it would take you to get from one (seemingly unrelated) person to another, and try to do it in 4 or less? I can sense that you’re not with me here, so here’s an example…… imagine I want to try and link to the Pope (bear with me here). On the surface, that might well be impossible, especially as I’m not a Catholic anymore, but listen to this. My Mother’s step-mother (my step-grandmother) was Uber-religious, (to the extent of giving me prayer-cards for birthdays when I was a kid). She used to regularly go to Rome to kiss the Pope’s ring (cut the jokes!), when the Pope used to be Pope John Paul II. So, therefore I am ‘related’ to Pope (Benedict) via my Mother, her Step-mother, and John Paul II! So how many moves is that? I think I count 4, so I win!

Do you get my drift here? Are you still with me? Wake Up there at the back! SO, the way I see it I can get to Wil Wheaton in 4 moves too; my P.A. Lana is from Croatia (do you see where I’m going with this?), Mrs Wheaton is also from Croatia, and obviously, she is married to Mr Wheaton. So, bonzaaa! I am ‘related’ to Wil Wheaton in 3 moves! Actually, I bet if I put some thought into it, I could come up with loads more connections to him….. there’s the whole geek-factor that he has in common with Miles (tehehe! Shhhh), for starters, then there’s California, and Guinness and erm… well…

OK, OK, I can see this is getting a tad sad so we’ll leave it there, shall we, and pretend this post never happened…..

Death & Pets

November 21st, 2006

Miles found out that one of his folks’ cats, Tommo, died last week, apparently the poor old chap had a stroke. Miles was pretty upset, and says his dad is really cut up about it. I think Tommo had lived with them for about fifteen years since he turned up as a nervous stray. I wonder if part of the reason Clive is so upset is that since he works from home and spends so much time with the cats, they are like friends keeping him company during the day.

Every pet I’ve ever had has died before it’s time, usually in unnatural circumstances, as the victims of foxes, motor vehicles, open windows etc.. I don’t remember being really upset, or crying and wailing (like her next door) when they died, so when I see other people greive for pets, I feel guilty, I like there’s something wrong with me for not being upset. Don’t get me wrong, I was sad, and I think that in some way I went into shock but nothing compared to the greif others display upon losing a pet. Maybe we all greive in different ways. Maybe it’s because my mum was the first death of any significance that I mourned, and it was relatively early on in my life,  that none of the others have felt like they cut me deep enough.

Ooops! I did it again….

November 20th, 2006

I just realised, reading through my last post, that not only are there several spelling mistakes, but that there is a rather long length of time between my last two posts. Does that make it looks like I’ve been doing squat recently? Anyway, I thought I’d better rectify the situation by letting you in on my recent arty-endeavours. I’ve signed up for a Literatura Infantil (hope I spelt that right) AB rr, bought several unusable books for said swap, finished 3 interactive ATCs featuring bottle caps, am struggling with a collage, have fallen in and out of love with the theme for my spreads in an AB on Italy, had a play-date with Paula (yayyy!), bought and assembled (in a supervisory capacity, naturally) HUGE floor-standing shelving units, got my hands on a vintage printers tray - which I have nowhere to put since we bought shelving units (!!).

I’ve had real problems concentrating for long enough to complete any posts, so I think I’m on a bit of roll at the moment :)

meanderings….

November 20th, 2006

Something happened today that took me back about twenty years, and left me there reliving memories which I thought I had long since forgotten. When I was fifteen or sixteen, I saw the movie Stand By Me (coolio BTW). I remember the song, by Ben E King, along with the video, also hit our screens around that time. I can’t remember how many times I watched the film, just that we (my friends, and I) knew the script well enough to quotes snippets of it, at each other, grossing out on-lookers with beauties such as “Shut up!” “I don’t shut up, I grow up, and when I loook at you I throw up!” “and your mum goes round the corner and licks it up!” Euch!!!

It must have been around that time that I developed an unholy crush on Wil Wheaton, WHO? I hear you thinking. Wil Wheaton was one of the ‘child actors’ in Stand By Me (keep up!), along with River Phoenix. I don’t know what was going through my head but it certainly wasn’t the GCSE coursework that I should have been reviewing and studying in preparation for my exams. I used to sit in my room, text books open on the bed, while I patiently plaited and weaved ‘friendship bracelets’ (THE big thing at school, at the time) and sent them to Wil, following the postal address supplied in whatever teenage-idol magazine I had recently purchased. I used to sign the letters from ‘Womble’, because I was from Wimbledon and thought it was a cool pseudonym(?!?). Of course, I never heard anything back, but then I don’t remember ever expecting a reply.

I remember my excitement when, the friendship bracelet-thing had passed, and saw Wil (do you think ti’s OK to refer to someone you don’t know, by their first name?) in Star Trek: TNG, in the role of Wesley Crusher. I remember thinking then, that he was still pleasing to the eye :) LOL!

I don’t remember if I class myself as a fan of ‘Sci-fi’ at that time, but I certainly enjoyed watching the likes of Saphire & Steel, Star Trek, Blakes 7, and Dr Who, when they were on. Perhaps it was during that time, nearing my twenties that I became engrossed  in the Terry Pratchet books (and later, bored by them). I simply couldn’t get enough of them, and having read one book, I went back to the book shop and bought the whole series. I think that maybe I just wanted to escape from my life and reading/watching the adventures of people in different worlds really rocked my boat, so to speak.

Although I could never claim to be as much of a Sci-fi fan as Miles (remember his Dr Who ‘thang’ last year?), we do watch an awful lot of it, to the exclusion of most other shows on TV, and I must admit, I love it. It probably started with the original Star Trek, and the following spin-offs, but I’m glad to say I never really got into shows like Babylon 5.

Anyway, I was uncharacteristically watching some daytime TV on Saturday and accidentally rediscovered Star Trek: TNG, and of course, Wil Wheaton. That got me reminiscing and I felt a powerful urge to find out what he was up to these days. It was then that I found his blog or should I say blogs and realised that not only is he quite a prolific writer, but he is also very funny, a self-confessed geek AND looks remarkably like a very young Patrick Duffy - dontcha think?? I laughed and nodded while reading his post on the Star Wars prequels, what a bunch of @£$%^. BTW I hadn’t even watched the orignial films until I found a boyfriend of mine and his best friend, sitting in the orchard after midnight, drinking red wine, smoking cigars and discussing the spiritual signifocance of the series… whah??? I digress… back to Mr Wheaton… he seems to have made a name for himself all over the web, and written a couple of interesting looking books too. I’d never have thought that I could have anything in common with someone I had a crush on twenty years ago!

OK, all this reminiscing made me think about my friends at the time, and I kicked myself for not calling Heg to find out how she’s doing. I checked the clock, and made a mental note to call her when it wasn’t 9am, but obviously, I didn’t kick myself hard enough because I promptly forgot to do anything about it. Imagine my surprise when a few hours later, when she called me from Cal-i-forn-I-A! yayyy!

Let we forget

November 13th, 2006

I can’t believe Mr Bliar and his croneys doing their ‘lest we forget’ bit on rememberance sunday (or 11th November, whichever), when they clearly have forgotten, or they woudn’t be engaged in an illegal war now, would they? Scum……