My scanner continues to scan things as bright primary yellow 80% of the time. Makes me glad for photoshop, but I wish I could scan some of the coloured things I've done lately. Is a digital camera the only way to deal with this? Well. Aside from buying a new scanner...

Logic, pfah.

I quit Jack in the Box recently. Feels good not being burned and insulted all the time! However, my wallet makes deep soulful eyes at me and whimpers to be fed. Fortunately I have the job as a part time secretary to lean on, and I have hopes (desperate prayers) that it continues and grows over time. I really like it, aside from the Balrog who glares and tries to humiliate and sabotage. She's not something I'm worried about on a personal level, as her attempts to screw me over thus far have been pitiful, with only one exception.

In other news, there was a string of arsons in my area. All of them field fires as I understand. One came very... very close to my apartment complex. Fifty feet away. People were wheeling their baby carriages out to go watch it as the flames rushed towards them over the dry grasses. Police came and evacuated everybody.

I know it was arson. Impossible not to be. The smoke was black and oily close to the grass at the one close to us, and at a second that I saw it rose up in great choking clouds. Gasoline. You just can't mistake it for something else. Five in our area in one day, all set around the same time. Another the day after that.

I'm still nervous to unpack the handful of things I grabbed and shoved into my bag on the first day. It's a little odd, knowing /exactly/ what you'd take out. EXACTLY. I mean, we all ask: What would you take out if your house burned down? The very first thing? when we quiz our friends jokingly or in a sort of personality test, or cause of a few drinks turning our minds to deeper things (haha). I grabbed some things, and tore my apartment to shreds to find papers. Stuff got into my pockets that I don't recall putting in. I had a sketchbook crammed into my jacket, three scarves on, my goggles, and a sheepskin ready to sleep on. And some other things, like my laptop bag, a picture my grandmother brought from Finland, her tiny Finnish-English dictionary, and my Joy of Cooking. It later occurred to me that I'd put a little bronze mouse into my back pocket, though I didn't notice till later on when I took a shower and I had a nasty little purple bruise from sitting on it. xD And I won't lie; the pocket of my jacket inexplicably was full of dry lentils.

Who the hell brings out a handful of dry lentils when there's a 7-11 down the street and people within a greyhound ride that can take care of them? >.>

Miriam (my sister) and her husband Ryan have bought a contracting company in the arse end of Eugene, not too far -at all- from Jor and I's apartment at Redwood Village. Ford and Associates. Right now I'm sitting at a desk that's not been cleaned off properly in years, half a foot from this decrepit old computer that I'm told does not work, yet has sticky notes and taped bits of paper fluttering from it like a very expensive and dusty grey pinata. I am half convinced that if I got a stick and beat it open, it would not be small children and intrepid squidlets that'd gather up what fell out, but inventive individuals with an eye towards tech-punk jewelery and home-brewed deathrays.

Anyway, this job is awesome. I'm sitting with my youngest squid; my neice Grace-Anna. Gracie is so cute. I am mildly distressed though; we have on very similar blouses, and she's... um... I think she's four *is a terrible aunt*.

I'm answering phones right now. It's excellent. There's no oil jumping at me. The other day I burned my fucking eye at the frier, so this is like central-air heaven. I am however having a really hard time not answering with really geeky things. "The fold drive has been severely damaged captain! Also Adam from Laserfish is on line two. Want me to take a message? RICK HUNTER YOU GET BACK HERE RIGHT NOW! Yes I'll tell him you called."

It's good though. I like this kind of work. Filing and all that. Very zen or summat. I have the feeling the senior secretary is giving me the grave-eye, though. I don't want her job, but I don't know how to tell her that without looking REALLY stupid. Cause then she'll be like: Oh NO dearie, I never meant that! I did all those shiesty things because I'm old! (or something).

Maybe I'll update her computer. >.> <.< >.> Or take a bat to the old computer next to me. Like Office Space, only without the terrible music. I think I'll turn on Wagner and horrify my ancestors.

ANYWAY! When this company gets off the ground I shall have a good job that pays well! And I will quit Jack in the Crack and raise my mighty fist to the sky!
Immediately following I'll spend too much on hippie skirts and nice-ish shirts, so I'm not wearing the same thing alla the time. Till then, though, my clothes will have to smell like french fries with a side of rancid shortening. Mmm-mm! Franchisee!

In the advent of almost certain craziness, I have been packing to move this past week or so. Jordan and I are moving into a tiny (but really cute!) apartment around the Bertelsen area where the Euphoria Chocolate Factory and all those other big factories are in Eugene. All my game systems and books, art supplies and other less important things (like clothes and whatnot) have been almost entirely packed up! My computer and a few other things remain floating around (as is witnessed by me typing this).

Hopefully I'll get a factory job soon... though I'm really hoping for a job at MyCoffee ^^ I won't lie: I like coffee, and I like it to be cheap if not free, so long as it's still good. And not Folgers. BAH!

Anyhoo, it's got a little triangular kitchen and a small livingroom, bedroom, and bathroom with a bath/shower. Even a TOILET! WILL WONDERS NEVER CEASE? But I'll be able to actually cook. And not have my brother come down and turn off the stove and lecture me about heating my dinner or whatever. Or put spices in my food that make it taste like burning death. Or break stuff or... any number of ridiculous things! And I get to decorate! Muahahahaha!!

Jordan is going to have to play Twilight Princess. There is no question. Resistance is futile.

The Potato-cats are getting a revamp. Thier look is basically still the same, but the faces are having a bit of work done so that they're both easier to draw and make sense from more than one angle. This is prolly only exiting to me... but nevertheless. :> Still really simplistic and kinda goofy looking. But emotion (such as potato-mole-cat things can have) is much easier to display with the new faces. I got really sick of the basic line eyes, since it looked bad whenever they had to have shocked expressions... or anything other than looks fat-cheeked complacency/doubtful contemplation. It had a lot to do with why the original attempts at doing the comic failed, to tell the truth.

What this basically means is that my gallery will probably be shortly besieged by small furry freaks of agriculture. And you all thought it was over after HS graduation! Muahaha!

Without Roots is under construction as of this week. Hopefully it'll be appropriate for a weekly comic of sorts, as it is both easy to draw and satisfying to the odd corners of my brain that need constant flushing.

And with clean brain-pipes, I'll be able to actually /write/ again. Midnight Special has been badly ignored... Not to mention DS. Really, I should be struck by lightning for ignoring DS, but you know how it goes. >.> In the meanwhile I'll be looking into rubber hats.


On a random note: Does anyone have a hard copy of the Original Cast Recording for Phantom of the Opera? My first CD went missing. I can't begin to describe my distress at this, seriously. I've gotten really dependant on listening to the full musical over the years. >.>;; Still have the second Disc, but the first is totally gone. I think it dissapeared coinciding with a certain 'borrowing' of my CD player by my brother a month ago. It came back... with nothing inside (and covered in paint and whitewall drips). He doesn't remember anything about it. If someone has it, could I burn the first CD from you? (Michael Crawford and Sarah Brightman, first version. )

Tomorrow it shall be mine! All mine! To huggle and snuggle and play till my thumbs are raw with joy! Bring on the catheter and junkfood! Bring on the ALL NIGHT ZELDAAAA!
MUAHAHAHAHAAA!!

Regaurdless of the kinda silly TP abbreviation, I look forward to nothing less than utter bliss in yummy zelda form. Anything less will doubtless cause me to go into cardiac arrest. One day I'll be able to afford the... Revolution, but not today. Oh no. Tomorrow... I buy the game which the Gamecube was purchased in anticipation of! Gung Ho!