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Day off and finally a big chunk of time to paint but found so hard to concentrate in the studio. bah. I'm going to have to move the laptop out of here. Myspace is like crack. why IS that? Less fulfilling/intimate but yet somehow still so addictive. Like chips...keeps you hungry and snacking...whereas LJ friends page is perhaps sometimes too big/filling a meal to even start eating? hmmm interessssting.
Note: Long hot showers in winter are lush. And putting on clothes that are warm from the dryer..mmmmmmmm:)
Did I mention that a little SHREW lives in the wall of my studio? He is the cutest thing ever. I call him Shrupi. Pokes out every once in a while when i'm quiet, sniffs around...detects me...then runs back in. Once I watched him walk all around...funny little blindish waddle. He'd better watch out because I'm so pet-deprived I'm falling madly in love. My heart skips a beat whenever I hear his little rustling...and I hold my breath, hoping to see him.
Drawing little ferris wheels on pink squares that mean Everything at once. HOw did it get so late...goodnight my loves.
Note: Long hot showers in winter are lush. And putting on clothes that are warm from the dryer..mmmmmmmm:)
Did I mention that a little SHREW lives in the wall of my studio? He is the cutest thing ever. I call him Shrupi. Pokes out every once in a while when i'm quiet, sniffs around...detects me...then runs back in. Once I watched him walk all around...funny little blindish waddle. He'd better watch out because I'm so pet-deprived I'm falling madly in love. My heart skips a beat whenever I hear his little rustling...and I hold my breath, hoping to see him.
Drawing little ferris wheels on pink squares that mean Everything at once. HOw did it get so late...goodnight my loves.
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:( *sigh* I read that they can't go more than 4 hrs without food...and I don't know what the kid finds to eat (they eat insects only right?). Well, maybe shrupi is why I don't see any spiders any more. That's cool by me.
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I painted last night!! I took pic of the underpainting and will psot it later. I'm jsut excited that I'm not dead as a painter.
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See, the thing is, that more of the people I know in real life have myspaces, hardly any keep an LJ...so it's like wishful thinking that I feel they might post something there that will give me peeks into their daily lives....(I abhor the phone, you know that) and it's like checking on them all during the day. It is a lot like a visual rolodex....I'll send messages to a bunch of them through myspace...and it's more private than LJ for that..more like regular email but connected to their page so it is kindof nice to see their face when you send a message. ...
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I'd never expect a shrew to live in a wall. I figured they lived in holes in the ground.
At my parents' house in New Orleans, we get visited by "the critters." The critters are a group of possums that have been around for years. I don't know how long possums live, so maybe we've been visited by a number of generations.
We started noticing them when my mom left food out on the patio for a stray cat or two that was wandering around the neighborhood. They are really cute in a sort of ugly cute way. And they are comical. The suckers are practically completely blind, and they waddle when they walk. They are back-heavy creatures, sorta shaped like an elongated tear-drop.
Watching them eat is a gleeful experience because, oh look!, it's using its little hands!!!!
My folks live near the levee, and I bet that's where they come from. They like to walk on the top of fences... I wish you could see that, cause it's really funny. They're really fat.
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We see possums around here everyonce in a blue moon. They are really cute in a cute ugly way!:)Hee I can picture the fence walk hehe
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I am glad he's in a location where he's safe.
I sometimes wonder and worry over the possums. You know, some idiot with a gun or something who just thinks they're pests... even though they're hurting absolutely nothing. We've had them around for years, though. No one seems to mess with them.
Weird how furry little mammals bring out paternal and maternal feelings.