Cut off your head to feed your belly

Gorgeous paintings by Luke Chueh from this Painting of Hope and Hopelessness series. Featured here is The Alchemist.


I know I put up a lot of random art and I never know who actually clicks the links or not, but I think everyone should check this out. Especially those who like the feeling of despair that is Exploding Dog

Breathe deep, it's microscopic aliens!

Meteorite lands in Peru and creates a mysterious illness.

..curious, as sickness was not reported with other meteorite crashes. Maybe given enough time to unradioactivate, we can look forward to jewelry made of this hunk of rock just as with others from the past seen in examples such as here, here, and here.

On a side note, it makes me very sad that almost all jewelry made of moldavite is terribly ugly. My favorite stone and they make it just seem like something kinda trashy. Good news is I do happen to have been gifted with one of the only princess cut moldavites in the world, made for me specially. At least there is one good example of jewelry out there to show for it. And better yet, it doesn't make me sick to wear it.

I Hate Being Sick

So I went to bed last night completely sober right about midnight, something I never do. Way too early. I woke this morning at about 8 with my throat hurting something fierce. This happens sometimes when I sleep in a room too cold and my nasal cavities and throat dry out so I think little of it. To make a preemptive attack on my body, I take a few pills of Coricidin, an over-the-counter drug they threatened to ban since it is rather potent and works too well. Thus properly innocuated, I go to work.

By noon my drubs have worn off enough my throat is hurting back in full force, but my head still seems disconnected. I assume this will stay they way through the day and I will purchase some more drubs on the way home. By 1400 I am wearing my jacket and a blanket over my legs and still cannot control my shaking. I am freezing, and feeling more dizzy all the time. By 1530, I am standing talking to a coworker in another room and I realize I might pass out. By 1645 I've called it quits and decided to go home. I come home, take some old drubs that I had left over from the last time I had this issue, and check my temperature while I am at it. 101.5 Fahrenheit. I take a nap, woken by a silly escalation by a help desk who has no patience and decide I cannot keep sleeping.

I was recently downstairs reading a book (rather hard with the dizziness, as well as this typing), and wearing another blanket. I seriously feel like I a billion degress, so I check my temperature again and I'm currently at 102.3 Fahrenheit. If I got sick often, this wouldn't bother me. As my standard temperature normally weighs in at about 96.7, this is starting to have me worried.

This is one of those times I am very seriously happy I finally have heath insurance, in case I need to go to one of ever-abundant hospitals around here tonight. My ever-so-paranoid mother has always made me go to the doctor as soon as I start feeling gross, due to her fear of meningitius and such. If that is the case, coworkers, one and all, have fun. Some of you probably deserve it. Or I could stop my complaining, drink some more water and pills and sleep this off.

I'm OK With That...

Hibachi is great, outside the expense. Mmmm shrimp. I hate Sunday morning schedule. Soooooo sick of working.


That is All. I wish I could stay up drinking and playing karaoke. But I get nothing.


BTW, partes with random people you barely know are awesome. Esp. whn you help random guy to pass out on a bed b/c he's that drunk. Did teach me that I refuse to live in the ghetto, which I suppose makes me a snob.

Zeno the Robot Boy!

Zeno, a robot boy creation by David Hanson makes one of his many expressive faces at Hanson's office in Richardson, Texas, Thursday, Sept. 6, 2007. At 17 inches tall and weighing 6 lbs, the artificial Zeno is the culmination of five years of work by Hanson and a small group of engineers, designers and programmers at Hanson Robotics.

Looks like good things can come from DFW. Also the article reminds me of the premiere of Small Wonder.

This week seems to have a theme of vomit. First unicorns, now clouds. Matt Robinson's Sick Cloud is a combination of random objects and polyurethane mouldings. Enjoy!

Aging Gracefully

Skeleton made from Cassette Tapes by Andrew Huff.

Hell, I used to have hundreds of tapes lying around. Wish I had thought to get a blowtorch and go to town on them to start making pieces of art. Something like this I would love to see standing in my living room.

..via Boing Boing

So Here's Something Else

Looks like director Morgan Routt isn't a director so much as an editor......think I preferred not knowing. Here's the original 1965 Rene Laloux version.

One of the few reasons to like Deviant Art

One of the freshest takes on animation I've seen in a very long time. Animator vs Animation shows what happens when you give something life, and ultimately, how to take it away.

The Hipster Olympics

...Shaun, no one, not even these guys can beat you on apathy. Well done.