Sunday, March 29, 2009

Home Made Bakery

I've been feeding my sugar addiction by making baked goods. A fun but dangerous hobby for somebody who loves sugar.


Blueberry Muffins:


Chocolate Chip Cookies:


Orange Chocolate Chip Muffins:


Peanut Butter Cookies:


Gingersnaps:


Yellow Cake Cupcakes with Chocolate Frosting:


Cherry Chocolate Cupcakes:


Chocolate Cupcakes with Vanilla Frosting:


Pumpkin Cupcakes:



So I baked all of those cupcakes, muffins and cookies and thought, 'Now I am ready to bake and decorate a cake.' Just in time for my boyfriends birthday. It was to be a yellow cake with chocolate frosting. My plan was to decorate it with green and blue frosting (Sounders colors for a soccor fanatic.) It was going to say "Happy Birthday David, You're 27!" Then, maybe I'd try a flower. Instead, I ended up with a sloppy 27 and a green blob. But, it tasted delecious.

Saturday, March 28, 2009

Autumn Photos and Finger Eyes

I just saw a crow flying past my window with a twig in its beak. You know what that means, its almost Baby Bird Season. Speaking of seasons, I found some old photos from gourd and pumpkin season.















I recently finished reading the book 'Catch-22'. The plot of this novel didn't do much to captivate my interest. What really intrigued me was the invention of the word 'Catch 22'. The copyright on this book is 1955, which means that there was no word in the english language to describe 'Catch 22' situations until 1955. It was a word that needed to be invented. If it took a whole novel to succeed in that endeavor, so be it!
One word that I think needs to be invented is a word for the idea flashback. An idea flashback is when an idea is forgotten, and than, after much time has elapsed, the idea pops back into memory. The best example of an idea flash back scenario occurs before sleep. Sometimes I'll have an idea right before I drift to sleep. Usually, the idea will disappear into dreamland, never to resurface to conscious thought. But if I'm lucky, the idea will flash back into my brain at a later time in the form of an idea flashback.
I recently had an idea flash back from a long forgotten notion that occupied my third grade thoughts. It was an idea for a very convenient mutation: finger eyes. I don't know where I got this idea, but I use to think that having eyes on my fingers would be the best thing ever. Now, I can only think of one use for finger eyes, and that would be spying. Actually, I remember wanting to use my finger eyes to peak over fences and around corners. Not that I don't think spying is an enjoyable pastime. But to suffer all the ostracizing that a bizarre mutation would surely incite, I would want some greater payoff then the ability to spy with less likelihood of being detected. Such as wings! I might be able to suffer the indignity of severe mutation if the trade off was the ability to fly. I guess adulthood really straightens out priorities.
With wings, a lot of very difficult decisions would have to be made. Would I use my wings to become a superhero? How best could I use my wings as a free ticket to fame and fortune? How would I evade all the mad scientists who would want to clone me or use me for cruel experiments? I think my favorite part of having wings would be flying around and seeing the world.
Humans with wings reminds me of a very amazing comic called 'Pop gun Wars' by Farel Dalrymple. Its about a little boy with wings.

Wednesday, March 11, 2009

Janet, Beverly and Linda Exist in Their Own World

Here are three watercolor pictures of Janet, Beverly and Linda. They spend a lot of time daydreaming and live inside their thoughts.








Here's a joke I made up today.

In the oceanic world, who is every fish and crustaceans favorite broadway star?

Ethel Mermaid.

And in her most beloved hit, she sings "I've got rhythm, I've got music, I've got my merman, who could ask for anything else!?!"

Tuesday, March 3, 2009

A Ghost Story

Here is a diorama/ conversation box that I made. The two people have conversation bubbles above their heads in the sky. In the back there is a wheel that is moved to change the words in the bubbles.










Here is the conversation that the two characters are having:
Ms: This graveyard isn't so spooky.
Mister: Wait till you hear my story. It was a dreary night when a friend of mine was at this exact grave.
Ms.: What was he doing here?
Mister: He likes to put flowers on abandoned graves so the ghosts feel less lonely.
Ms.:A strange fellow!
Mister: Just as he was about to leave a hand shot up from underneath the dirt and grabbed his ankle. He almost didn't get away.
Ms.: That's a bunch of hooey!
Mister: Its all true!
(at this point, a skeletal hand is pushed up from beneath the diorama.)
Both Ms. and Mister: AHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!

The End.