September 16th, 2015

2013, cyd, new

I Don't Even Know What to Title This. Word Salad.

In a fit of restlessness today, I cleaned the corner office in the living room. Here you see the desk, the side table with the printers on it, my three babies (the tripods). My four recent paintings are covering clutter that I've not organized yet, and the dead screen of the drone laptop. What you can't see is the huge stack of attachable hardware, and the orderly line of journals waiting to be scanned in. Also seen is a HUGE piece of negative wall space over the printer. Wow, that has got to be filled. I think I'll hang my new paintings up there, which will make me finish the organization of the shelf of the desk.

There's also a huge piece of negative real estate over the cat shrine. I don't know if I'm going to do it tonight, but I'm going to fill it in with an artistic display of anything on the shrine that can be hung on a wall. It's crowded up there. The final blank space will be home to two of my old paintings will go up there. "Suns of Koralee", which I posted last week, and "The Shores", the one that Doc fucked up. I think I've figured out how to fix it. So I'm going to do that and then take a high res picture for printing at Fine Art America, and then hang it in here where it is not at the whim of Doc slamming doors. We are both prolific door slammers.

Then I'll just need the big black monitor moved out to the studio (I'm making a cat hideout out of it), and the white book shelf traded for the ultra modern black one we got last summer, that will match the half shelf we have on the same wall, and the living room will finally be done. Then on to the dining room. My goal is to get the table cleaned off, and to get the hutch we put together loaded up with the mid-century bar glass collection we inherited from the lady across the street. There is more than I showed you that I want to put on display. And the glass will look nice in the hutch with the mirror and such. The mud room/laundry room/pantry needs a baking rack cleared off, so we can put some dishware in there. And more food/drink. I eat much more regularly now that we have a pantry. I don't think that Doc is quite ready for this much inspiration. I will do as much as I can by myself.

It's all a run up to xmas. It's going to be gorgeous. Food and drink and comfort and music and joy. If I can get this streaming thing going on, there will be making decorations and gifts how-tos, and maybe a tree trimming party full of cookie recipes I will share and egg nog with no pumpkin spice in. I'm really looking forward to the next few months. Yes, siree!

Sorry the Stick Thing didn't work out, yet again. I WILL get this all together and come back at you all, ASAP. It just gives me some time to hype it up. How do you get millenials excited about the painting of a dead stripped marijuana plant by a chick with schizophrenia in the name of art? This stuff just seems to write itself, but it really doesn't. When you have a mental illness and other people promote you, you are brave. When you have a mental illness and you promote yourself, you are crazy and likely lying. Yes, both. I finally figured out what got me ousted from mental health twitter, it was when I was asking about ECT, and confused "unilateral" with "bilateral", which I still do. They kind of dismissed me, and have had an embargo against me ever since. I looked back in my mentions to find the "Shame on you, Cydniey for making light . . ." tweet I got from one of the advocacy groups, but it must have been deleted. I have a super power, I'm a pariah everywhere. If I started a Twitter account in Fabulous Disaster's or ZenWeb Media's name, and used them to promote myself in third person, I'd be a hit.
2013, cyd, new

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2013, cyd, new

A Beautiful Day in Vegas

For the part of it that I was awake for, today was a beautiful day. I stayed up all night cleaning the house. There is always something more to do. Even after the obvious stuff is done. I swept the patio and driveway, cleaned out the vestibule . . . various things like that. At 4:30am I started preparing breakfast for Doc, mixed berry Belgian waffles and sausages. He got home with a bag of breakfast sandwiches for me and laughed that I was making breakfast for him.

After we ate, we decided to nap, and get up early in the afternoon and do some stuff we needed to do. I took my Seroquel and was out until 4. He said he was up and down all day and I let him sleep until 6pm, when it was time to get up and ready for work.

I have all the windows open, a lovely breeze is blowing through the house. I have all of the exhaust fans pulling the stale, summer air out of the house. They say it's going to go back up into the upper 90's this week, so I am going to enjoy it while I can. A couple of days of autumn.

I'm placing an order with tomorrow. Likely under $30 + shipping. Half will be Patreon money, the other half will be from my check, which went into the bank today. Some halloween stuff, like spider webs, which will cover the front yard desert scaping, and a few things to hang from the ceiling in the vestibule. The other stuff is random painting supplies, and some xmas supplies (I'm going to fuck up some pine cones with paint and glitter).

On my list from the thrift store are a bread loaf pan, for making xmas presents, and a large, ornate frame in questionable repair for a project I am doing for my own room. Doc insists we have a bread loaf pan. I am quite certain we don't. We had a pyrex one, but we blew it up on a gas stove years ago. And since we don't make bread, we never replaced it. I just need a cheap one, rusted if it so be. I'm making home decor sets for xmas gifts. Music themed. And, of course, I'm making a set for myself and Doc. My only obstacle is how to pack them for travel, but I think I have that figured out. I have acquired a lot of shipping boxes over the last year. I'm just going punk rock Martha Stewart on xmas' ass this year.

And, I'm making candy this year. If I have to order a candy thermometer from amazon, I will. Fudge and candied walnuts. And the usual cookie brigade. Doc found cookie tins at the dollar store last year, so we've got that taken care of.

I feel all crafty. I just learned how to make these incredible pendants. If I can find the additional element I want to add to them, to add my special touch, I will be making those for random people, as well. I found some jewelry I made, that I never listed on ebay. Some of it, I would wear, during the winter. Aside from my four rings and medic-alert bracelet, it is just too hot to wear jewelry in the summer, here. I had to take off my leather band because the sweat on my arm had caused the underside of the snaps to oxidize and they were making my arm all black. I'll clean those off and put the band away for the winter.

Meanwhile, Stick Thing will happen. I'm looking into a way to directly stream on youtube, we'll see how that goes. The help files and forum posts about the problem I was having with Google+ are as circuitous as the problem itself. They have specialists who post long responses that don't answer the question, just quote the answers given on the FAQ, or help pages. Google+/youtube need help.

Once I get it working, Stick Thing will likely be a day time happening. One of my favorite audience members, and good friend, isn't available for 8pm PST shows. Sure, she'll watch the video, but I'd like to give her the opportunity to see it live.

Oh, a word about the Mr. Robot finale. The scene where he is in Times Square and he is freaking out and he is saying to himself that he needs to be alone, and he closes his eyes, and when he opens them, everyone is gone, there is silence . . . That scene is RIGHT ON THE MONEY. I can do this. When I go into crowds, I don't see them. This is why Doc has to walk behind me with a hand on my shoulder, steering me and holding me back when needed. I don't see the people I'm about to run down or push out of the way. I don't hear them. They are gone. It drives him to distraction. But finally, I was able to say: "That! Right there! That's how I deal with crowds." And suddenly he understood.