I can see it in my head. But it's almost like I'm afraid to try and let it out. Yeah, it might not be as good, but it might be better, or good in a different way, and isn't it more fun to share the imperfect version than keep the flawless one to myself?

It's strange to be printing while it's light out.
Usually I'm a print vampire.

I’ve been trying to come up with a new narrative for myself. In my new mythology I’m adventurous. I’m a superhero but I’ve forgotten who I am, and although I’m lost, my true nature shines through. Eventually, the Human Torch will recognize me and drop me in the ocean, restoring my memory, and freeing me to resume my war on humanity. And he’ll burn off my beard with a flaming finger. Or something. I’ve never actually read that issue.

But, of course, my studies have shown me that I am both the Sub-Mariner and the Human Torch in the story. So.

Sledding down the sidewalk = awesome.
Sledding head first down the sidewalk = super awesome.

I watched American Idol last night and my soul died a little, but then I watched the end of a thing about Pete Seeger on PBS and powered back up.

Wow, how about that Super Bowl?

What the hell?

Life is a gift.
Life is a fucking gift.

I took the lights down. Christmas is officially over.

I watched the putrid carcass of what remains of the Miss America pageant tonight on TLC. I greatly regret it. What a sad, sad display of humanity.

I'd forgotten how weird my fictionalized diary in screenplay format I did last year was. This was my favorite page. I should start it back up on February 9th...

Cabin fever is setting in.

Yesterday was my grandma's 79th birthday. We did our normal, last minute Chinese food and lots of cakes. My sister is in town so we worked up a little act with her singing and me on the guitar. After the opening act of my cousin breaking a kitchen light fixture with a stool, we performed a mostly well received set of Patsy Cline, random Peter, Paul, and Mary songs, and my sisters "hit", Over The Rainbow. We also did an epic version of Lyin' Eyes at grandma's request. The end fizzled because we didn't have a slam bang ending. Well, we had Suspicious Minds, but for some reason we were hesitant to do it. Oh well.

I think the fact that we were sitting by the door in the kitchen and a bunch of little kids kept going in and out from the cold only added to the occasion. At one point, our youngest cousin tried to go out into the freezing cold without shoes or a coat and got royally hollered at, but we kept on "rocking". Good times.

It's kind of strange to realize that, although I don't make nearly enough art, I do have a bunch of stuff stacked up in the attic. My plan was always to make stuff, stash it away, and let my children figure out what to do with it, but I think trying to sell it works too. Of course, the paradox has always been that I'm not keen on having any kids until I make some money...