Ch-ch-ch-changes!

Well, kiddies (both of you)

It's time for a change. This blog is moving to a new blogger acct. It seems there are some problems with Blogger-Beta users commenting on blogs who use blogger accts.

I'm moving to blogger beta! But of course, because I already used nerdyartist for this URL, my new one will be nerdyart

you can find me here from this point on.

Project Runway

You all watch Project Runway, right? So, you saw last night's episode as well as last week's? If not, get caught up by reading these rundowns of the runway, and then come back.


I'll wait, really.



Okay, so obviously the writer of those entries wasn't very happy about the comments made in regard to Alison's model... but she's not the only one.

I have to say, that I agree to some degree about the comments made. A girl who is 5'10" and would probably blow over in a 15Mph wind should NEVER be regarded as fat, hefty, lumpy, thick, or anything else. (She also shouldn't be made to wear her own hair on her head as a bow, but that's besides the point...)

I do agree with the fact that this sends the wrong message to girls and women everywhere, but at the same time, while I respect the designers and enjoy reading about the industry...I never expected anything profound from Project Runway. I don't turn to it for deep messages or advice on how to live my life and perceive my body, and those who do probably have larger issues to address FIRST. Then they can move on to their weight and body image.

Just my two rusty coppers on the subject.

You rat bastards!

Last night on Project Runway, the remaining 8 designers had the task of designing a look for the "everyday woman." Tears were shed and jaws were dropped as the "models" who came out were none other than the designers' moms and sisters.

The catch? They could not design for their own kin.

Of course drama ensued...Jeffrey & Angela bitched and whined. Blah Blah Blah. Yackity Schmackity.

The real tragedy of the night, besides Angela surviving the cut, was that ROBERT was out! What?! You're breaking up my ever entertaining duo of Robert and Kayne?! You can't! You simply can't!!


Robert and Kayne were really the reason I was sucked into this season. I had almost given up on this show, but it Kayne's over the top personality, and Robert's more subtle one that kept me here. Sure, now I'm not going anywhere. Michael was given more airtime, and I've grown to like him a great deal. Kayne is still around being...well, Kayne. And Vincent is like a car crash... I don't want to watch, but I just can't seem to look away.


See, I like shows like Project Runway and So You Think You Can Dance because these are two things I don't have in my life. I can't design or make clothing worth a damn and I have never had a stitch of formal dance training. And both of these things take extreme talent, and it' s a talent I don't have.

I don't watch alot of reality television, but these two shows (plus Queer Eye) have me sucked in. I will probably give them a chance each and every coming season until they lose my interest.

Or if their timeslot is opposit LOST. Sorry, but I'm not leaving LOST until it officially jumps the shark.

Running with Scissors

On August 3rd, I signed in at 2:45pm the Financial Aid office and took my seat to wait for my name to be called. There was a girl sitting across the hall from me. She was eloquent and poetic as she screamed into her cell phone, "I's been here since 12:30, they's just now seen people from 11 this mornin'!"

Splendid.

Next to her sat a young dad with his toddler son. The little boy was big eyes and a sparcely toothed grin. While he provided to be entertainment for myself and anyone else who's heart isn't made of stone, I was soon bored. I wandered up to the desk to check my status in the list, and found that there were still 4 pages of tired and whiney people ahead of me. I headed outside to call my fiance and complain. (Hey, I was tired and whiney too.)

"Go buy a book." This was the sound advice he gave. And I'm happy he did.

I picked up Running with Scissors by Augusten Burroughs. By the time my name was called by a very helpful Financial Aid assistant, I was halfway through the book. The story of Augusten's completely fucked up childhood sucked me in. I mean, who doesn't like a good story about a self-made skylight, underage sexual discovery, pain killers and reading poop?

While there were many times when I would a.) laugh, b.)cringe, or c.) wish I was doing anything but eating while reading the book, I finished it in just 3 days. I found myself craving more. I needed more humorously told dysfunction. I then proceeded to pick up Dry.

Dry is Augusten's story about finding his own sobriety. I highly recommend it to anyone who's looking for a good laugh. Augusten takes us inside the world of advertising and the world of a drunk who believes rehab will make a great story, and will make him a better drinker.

I've become curious about Mr. Bourroughs, so I've checked out the audiobook of Magical Thinking and his newest book, Possible Side Effects. I'm curious as to what strange place Augusten will lead me next.

Only time will tell.

School daze...

School starts again tonight. Back to running from work to school 4 nights of week. Back to bleeding money for petrol. Back to eating on the go, marathon bars, and a crap load of water.

I'm looking forward to this semester. I'm tellin' ya, going to school with goals is a whole new thing! Since I finally found what I want to do for the rest of my life, I am upset that I don't have enough time to take more than 2 classes a semester.

This semester it is Design for the Web I and a math class. Don't get me wrong, I'm thankful for the light load this semester, but that's because the wedding is right around mid-terms. But next semester, I'm gonna take as much as I can, dammit.

Tonight is Design for the Web, which means I get to spend another semester drooling over a large mac screen and graphics software that I can't afford right now. Someday... someday...

That funky monkey...

The original purpose of this blog was to post art & craft projects by myself. I created this blog after spending much time on one of my favorite websites Craftster. The Craftster community is friendly, creative, and talented beyond words.

I especially enjoy the winners and entries of the Craftster Challenges. Challenge 13 was Rockin' Sock Monkeys.

I thought I'd post a few of my favorites for all to see. These are amazing.

If Chimps could Kill: Confessions of a B-List Sock Monkey

Make my Monkey the P-Monkey: I wants to get Monk'd up!

Night of the Living Monkeys!

A long time ago, in a tree far, far away....




Oh, and while we're on the subject... how about a visit to my favorite monkey?

I always feel like, somebody's watching me...

I have a confession to make.

I'm addicted to celebrity gossip. It's a disgusting guilty pleasure. Got dirt on Lindsay Lohan? Bring it on. Paris Hilton likes kissing a dirty ferret? Tell me more. Suri Cruise is a scientology created myth? Buy me the t-shirt. Nicole Ritchie is a singing nutjob?

For some reason, in the past month, I simply can't get enough. I think it's my vacation from the 351832156843121 things I have going on in my life. I have real things to worry about. I'm wrapping up on wedding plans. I'm doing major work on my condo. I'm planning an Art Fair. I'm getting my graphics work done for the theatre production. I'm in school. I don't get to party until the wee hours of the morning and only have a cigarette burn on my ass and a nasty letter from my boss to show for it. I have a real life.

So, maybe... just maybe.. it's okay to be a little wrapped up in celeb-reality. And if it's not... well... maybe I should just drive drunk and scream anti-semetic obscenities. Couldn't hurt, right?