Don’t you understand? Education and experience doesn’t matter when it comes to being qualified for president. Entertainment value is all that matters. Think about what the most popular thing to do in America is: watching TV. And, what does America watch most? Duck Dynasty and The Kardashians. That right there should tell you where we’re headed. This country’s going down so get ready. This is why drugs should be legal. People need something to ease the fear of reality.
Ever wish you could cut and color your own hair? I was born with super fine hair and I’ve always wanted it to be thicker, maybe even wavy. Stylists have colored and permed it over the years but no one has every gotten it right – at least someone could have come closer to what I asked for.
It’s always cut too short (Not so short, please, I’ll be back in six weeks); caramel colored instead of just highlighted lightly with blonde – with bleach so it has more body (No caramel color, please; it doesn’t go with my skin color.); the grey/silver is covered (Please, I’m proud of it.); it’s parted on the wrong side (It naturally parts on the right, please.); the crown cowlick is always ignored and subsequently sticks up like Alfalfa (Please, please, please cut to calm my cowlick.); it’s styled by rolling it around a big round brush, repeatedly (… even though I prefer to style with my fingers, please; could you show me how to do that?) and, the bangs are chopped super short (I like my bangs, long, please.).
I’ve had stylists who cut my bangs right, left it a bit long, parted it properly, colored to my wishes, and even left my bangs long – just not all those skills in one person. It’s no wonder that I change stylists every year. No one ever gets it right.
It would be so much easier if I’d just been born with thick hair and no cowlicks.
Why is it we’re always born wanting something else?
I love these sketches – Pete Scully is the artist.
Another period of little sketching, but these are actually from a couple of weeks ago, though I never coloured them. The scene above, looking at Asmundsen Hall at UC Davis, now has a lot more bright pink blossom near it, which wasn’t there when I sketched it. It’s been warm and sunny lately, which is nice. Except we need rain because California is running out of water. A year’s worth left, say NASA. Ah. Yes, let’s have some big wet storms please. Below, Kerr Hall. I really wanted to colour this, but never did.
Such a thoughtful, painful place to be. I particularly connected with … ” I remember a therapist or friend’s metaphor to think about my situation as though I had been run over and my body were crushed; whether it was intentional or not is a moot point. What am I going to do now is the only question, the only thing that matters from here on.”
Let me state first off that I am a world-class procrastinator. That said, you’d think I might have learned by this time in my life what problems it can cause.
As an example, I currently have a mop of hair that is overdue for a cut. I’ve started seeing someone new and wanted to give it a chance to grow out so I could see how I liked it. (Nice excuse, huh?) I decided about mid-December that I liked it and it was time for a cut.
But, I was going on vacation and no matter how much I wanted to have a nice cut for the trip, I stalled around until the day we left and then panicked. But, did I call to make sure I could get a cut immediately upon my return? Uh. Well. You know the answer to that.
This is a game my friends and I play occasionally on Facebook. Best caption wins. We haven’t decided what the prize is yet, even after several years of playing, but are always interested in what people want as a prize if they win. Most of us give a caption and then include a wish for our preferred prize. (We’re a remarkably bored group, obviously!)