So, why didn’t any of you lovely people tell me I misspelled the day of the week in my post title yesterday?
Just for that, no more erotic 13th Century poetry for you.
Ha! Made you look!
‘Course, it’s actually there, which kind of spoils the—Ha! Made you look!
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And while I’m complaining, no one mentioned that Monday was Labyrinth Day, either!
‘Twas the twenty-fifth anniversary of a girl (with my name! Squee!) making the wrong wish at the wrong time and falling headfirst into Jim Henson’s looking glass, ruled over by Ziggy Stardust in the most fabulous tights ever.
I think my best friend and I wore out her copy of the video over two years—we watched it every single weekend.
If you haven’t seen it, please do—I’d loan you my DVD, but it’s slightly melted from overuse . . .
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Overheard in a restaurant last week:
“He’s the kind of person who, when you ask him for the time, will teach you how to make a watch.”
I couldn’t tell whether this was an admirable trait or not. 
Suppose it depends on whether you have the time or . . . wait a minu—
I mean, wait a sec–
Dang.
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My brother-in-law and his wife are coming up from Ohio tomorrow night to visit for the weekend.
Should be fun, as long as my MIL doesn’t work herself sick getting ready—we keep telling her he won’t care, but she does and is busy scrubbing the ceiling on her hands and knees.*
The kids are excited—their uncle, who was constructed to a larger-than-life scale, is better than a jungle gym.
But if there are fewer posts over the weekend, their visit may be why.
And if there are a few extra, their visit may be why . . .
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It’s hard to beat last Thursday’s last cool thing, but Joshua Allen Harris comes close with his singular take on recycled urban art:
There are Air Bears, too, but I think they look more like dogs—really life-like dogs, though!
He also makes monsters:
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*My job is to clear away the writer’s nest on the dining room table. It has been stated it no uncertain terms that if I don’t, it will be done for me. I’m almost done. Sort of. They’ll be coming in late, anyway . . .
Earful of Cider 
“. . . scrubbing the ceiling on her hands and knees . . .”
Line. Of. The. Day.
She’s one determined woman, I can tell you that . . .
Perfect. Mirthful guffaws upon reading that line.
I love these artists you showcase. I don’t know if I can keep up though. My kids are turning into small demon project managers. I get to be the slave labor. It just isn’t right.
Gotta go find some trash bags…
I used to want to do all these, too, but artists need people to stand back and admire their talent — and I’m perfectly happy performing in that capacity. Otherwise, the door to our craft closet won’t shut . . . 😀
I’m still doing the tall painting thing, though, as soon as I can figure out the viscosity of the tempera!
Viscosity of the Tempera is the best title ever!
I know you’re right, but I can’t see something cool without wanting to try it.
Oh, how I loved Labyrinth! I have no idea how many times I watched that movie but I wanted to be Jennifer Connelly more than anything in this world. Her hair alone bewitched me. Bowie was the added cherry.
Oh, I did, too! Beyond the fantasy part, it must hae been a blast to film!
Did you know that there’s a sequel, in graphic novel form? I only read the first one, a while back, but apparently, Toby is still Jerrod’s heir. . .
My writer’s nest is on the dining room table too. No dinner guests til the dissertation is done
Dissertations trump novels in progress, I’m afraid . . . But at least I’m the one putting everything away, so maybe there’s a chance of finding it all again!
Nope. Novels in progress trump dissertations
Real world vs ivory tower
Real world? Where? 😀