The Childrens Dept is all about “beautiful things for little people that big people love” and I am a big person who loves these amazing Altered Vintage Plates from Los Angeles artist Angela Rossi. Check out all the limited pieces in the Mama Needs a Present category. Duchess Cyclops, Timeless Tiger, can it get any better? Hell yes!
Today has gone very quickly.
I edited a load of photos this morning and got them printed out.
I’ve made and iced two big coffee cakes and made some cornflake crispies with chocolate, peanut butter and marshmallows.
We’ve watched the first two episodes of Stargate SG-1 also which was quite good.
I’m quite tired but I can’t stop working yet!
“This isn’t your typical love story…” opens the trailer for a movie about a white, heterosexual, cisgender, able-bodied, middle class, and likely loosely Christian couple who find each other through serendipity and a very small amount of actual work.
harry potter and the crazy ass rock
harry potter and the hogwarts basement
harry potter and the guy who went to jail
harry potter and the big ass fire cup
harry potter and the secret club no one can know about
harry potter and the vandalized textbook
harry potter and the triangle circle stick
this sounds like it came from tom haverford
I’m really enjoying Midnight in Paris! Artists and Writers in the ’20s. Why hadn’t I heard about this film until today?
When I was a very young writer I found myself using pseudonyms a lot: I wrote for magazines, and wrote too much, so when Neil Gaiman had written too many reviews Richard Grey would take over; and because Neil Gaiman reviewed films for one magazine then Gerry Musgrave had a film review column in another… for that matter I edited a handful of magazines when the real editors were on holiday or fired, and anything that got written by me was written under pen-names, house names, or just whatever occurred to me.
And after a while I had enough of it. I wrote a short story for 2000AD about a man who had his pseudonyms surgically extracted.
And I’ve not used a pseudonym since.
Eddie Izzard in the Good Wife
So I’ve never really spoken about this but I’ve been seeing that “list of useless degrees” article hanging around a lot today and I want to write a bit about my degree.
As of today I have 56 working days left before our Show opens and I’m sat in my reasonably large studio space surrounded by people who are genuinely passionate about art and creativity and in the other room is Bill, the best technician we could wish for and ahhhh I’m so fortunate.
Deciding to do a degree in something I enjoyed and that I could spend 3 full years doing and not go crazy or get bored or feel like it was a waste was the best decision a 17 year old me could have made. I picked a Uni I feel comfortable in and, yes, I suppose, I was lucky and skilled enough to get onto the course here that not everyone could do.
I could rant for ages about the cost of Uni but it has been manageable and I’d take the loans I have to repay over not coming to Lancaster any day.
I will graduate with a BA that has taught me to work independently to my own deadlines, to set deadlines by authority, to work in a team/with others, to think creatively and solve problems. I’ve got practical skills, communication skills, academic writing skills and whatever else I could extrapolate from the last three years of education.
I am always furious when people dismiss the arts, any of them, because culture is the basis of well, culture! An existence without museums and galleries and music and theatre and entertainment and all the other facets of creativity would be hell.
I think one of the cockerels has migrated from down by the pond up to County/Bowland area. Either that or someone has the loudest alarm clock that sounds like one ever. I swear, every 10 seconds or so I can hear it cockadoodleooing.
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh my neck stings so much.
I just put my moisturiser on for the 4th time today because my neck/chin are horrible right now and it’s like when you get orange juice/nail varnish remover in a papercut but ALL OVER MY NECK.
I’m alone in this quarter of the studios so I’ve got a Mark Twain audio story on and I’m just sat planning out this term.
Only 59 days until the show. Eeep.