I've been selling art on eBay the last two weeks or so. I'm always fascinated at what people will bid against each other on and what I think is decent art.
It's strange because I've always thought of myself as more tradesman when it comes to art but Mary and a lot of my friends seem to think I'm much more a fine artist than anything else.
All I'm sure of- is that I'm very prolific. I spoke to a French artist this morning that was amazed that I could do three complete sketches in one day. I didn't bother to tell him that I spent most of the day watching how the linguist put together the Klingon dialect in Star Trek III: the Search For Spock.
As of late, Logan has become Passive Aggressive Boy when it comes to the subject of moving out of Las Vegas. I suppose that no matter what the case is- teenagers must conflict with their parents. It's a rule or something.
I'm sure if you pressed my parents on the subject they would explain that while I was in fact a perfect child and teen, that their other children were terribly problematic. (Especially Michael).
I would understand his not wanting to move better if we were moving to a trailer in the swamp or back to MN but that's not even a little bit close to what's happening.
Perhaps the weird toxins in the in the carpet here have altered his DNA and made him not like surfing, clean ocean air and the fact that everything he, I and the rest of our family want to do is there and not here? At any rate the passive aggressiveness is pretty much pushing all the wrong buttons in Mary and I. We’ll see how it turns out.
Well up until today my life has consisted of the down time between new episodes of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. This is my first Tuesday with no new Buffy and no more in the offing. I guess I'll have to find a different obsession.
BTW Mary has actually started using her web log again.
So I make him rub my feet and fix me peanut butter, banana, and bacon sandwiches under the threat of taking away his license. He's already tired of that joke. Me- I'm just feeling really old a little tired....
Logan passed his written exam and now can drive legally in the state of NV with a person 21 years or older. The DMV people made sure I knew that if pissed me off in any way I have the authority to take his permit away until he's 18.
I've found Las Vegas to be very dispiriting. I've spent a little over two years here and for the most part it's been pretty horrible. About a week after we moved here we were visiting a friend that was passing through (on his way to California) down on the Strip. We took a cab to wherever we were (The Rio's seafood buffet I think?) going and the cabbie told us that a lot of people move here and very few stay. He said; generally the people that stay in Las Vegas do it after two years. Two years is the decider evidently. While I don't tend to put a lot of stock in cabbie philosophy as a rule- he did seem to know of what he spoke. Well we've done our two years and are getting the hell out here. Or getting out of hell- however you want look at it.
Apparently the NV powers that be are cutting 111 million dollars out of the school budget next year. Yet another reason to move somewhere that has a state tax and some sort opportunity for children besides the service industry, Black Jack dealer, or cocktail waitress. Oh and the ever popular legal prostitute.
Logan is doing well. His accident from the other day has done no permanent damage and he's back in school today. He doesn’t require surgery. I do believe he has given up jumping out of moving cars as well.
Still getting ready to move. Looking around ebay I found the perfect apartment for me today.
My guess is that Mary and the kids wouldn't give a crap but I’d be one happy ass geek living there.
Mary and I have been married three years today. Three years ago I spent the entire week leading up to my marriage pretty much sitting in the basement and listening to Sister Golden Hair by America. I wasn't really thinking about the lyrics to the song at the time. I just always liked that song, I mean it was no Muskrat Love but I thought it was catchy. Mary took it a little differently...
So, while Mary kept wondering if I really wanted to get married, I just sat there in total isolation wondering if I was doing the right thing? You see I'd been married once before and I'd been engaged either officially or by proxy five times at that point. Talk about jitters.
Also just about everybody I knew was telling me marriage sucked and I shouldn't do it. I suppose that marrying someone that you are not completely and totally in love with could result in "a life of quiet desperation".
I am happy to report that while Mary and I have certainly had our ups and downs in the past three years we seem to be in it for the long haul. I've said it before and I'm sure I'll say it again my worst day with Mary is still so much better than my best day with anyone else. Love is definitely my most prized possession at this point. I wish we could bottle it, we'd make a mint.
Well, Logan seems to be doing fine. A little embarrassed. Just to clarify; he's learned that jumping out moving cars to impress girls isn't high on his priority list any more. He's having to take hot baths 2-4 times a day and he's jacked into some Lortab and high grade antibiotics.
All in all, he's pretty damn lucky. This could have gone a lot worse for him. It does remind us that life is short and you never really know what's around the corner. Mary tells me this all the time, particularly when I'm behaving like a petulant 4 year old. Maybe I should listen to her more?
Logan jumped out of a moving car to impress his girlfriend. He totally skid out and hurt himself bad.
So I'm watching the news last night and they have a story about how record companies are going to start thwarting the piracy of music by developing software that sabotages people's PCs when they download MP3's from peer-2-peer sites like KaZaA and Morpheus.
They even went so far as to post messages on these networks with the text "When you break the law, you risk legal penalties," it read. "There is a simple way to avoid that risk: Don't Steal Music.".
Okay, I'm hip to the fact that pirating music is wrong, but is that really necessary? Don't the record companies have enough money? Do they really want to take away the rebel thrill of music piracy?
Also my guess is that the geeks that like their piracy "as is" are not going to sit still for this. That could lead to all kinds of retaliatory hacking and possibly a New Kids on the Block reunion. A big fear for a lot of us that were Mods in the eighties.
Not to mention the fact that Mr. Jobs has made all of this legal as as hell anyway.
I just find it really annoying that capitalism has replaced the high art of piracy. Arggh matey!
What a week I'm having. Mary and I have been working non-stop pretty much since I returned from New York. Two trips to Orange County in there too. That's the thing about freelancing, it's always feast or famine. At least I can work pantless at home...
How many times have you gone to a web site only to find that it was just a bit to "white" or "dry" this is an interesting way to Shizzolate your website or the sites of your friends....