i am going to be printing with Bill Fick in November. 
yay, lino-cuts!
you can see his work at cockeyed press, and you should. it's grotesque and wierd and fucking beautiful. his other press is cannonball press, which i misheard as "cannibal press" the first time it was mentioned to me. i think the latter fits better.
i might get to carve out a block for him, too.
exciting shit. wish me luck! now if only i could get my own art off and rolling... no pun intended. of course, i'm sure none will be taken, as the familiarity of pretty much any given person with the art of printmaking is nonexistant.
in other news, my poor little Poncho hurt his left paw, so he's been hopping about on three legs all week. his pretty ears are all chewed up too, thanks to the asshole shelty, Eep, who lives here. i know it was Eep who hurt him, too, because Ponch is usually such a friendly little guy, and now whenever Eep gets within ten feet of him, he growls. i don't know if Eep hurt Ponch's paw or not. but i wouldn't be suprised if he did. i can't wait to get into that fucking house. or out of this one. not that it's so terrible, but i can't be here all the time to protect my dog, and i can't take him with me to school, and i don't want him fucking traumatized from being attacked by dogs. i am angry over this. Poncho's such a good, kind, loving little boy. he doesn't deserve this. i hope it doesn't fuck him up too badly, mentally or physically.
speaking of the house. which i was, briefly, in the above tirade. i think we might get it. it's looking good. Rhys' mom seems to think we'll be in there by October 1st. i hope she's right.
anyway. that's it for now. i need to go wake up Rhys and go run some errands, and then go to school and fuck around with the presses some more. i'm having trouble printing on them, for some reason. well, for many reasons, but i won't bore you with the details. so i'm going to talk to the professor about all that.
okay. bye now.
-Hyena.
yay, lino-cuts!
you can see his work at cockeyed press, and you should. it's grotesque and wierd and fucking beautiful. his other press is cannonball press, which i misheard as "cannibal press" the first time it was mentioned to me. i think the latter fits better.
i might get to carve out a block for him, too.
exciting shit. wish me luck! now if only i could get my own art off and rolling... no pun intended. of course, i'm sure none will be taken, as the familiarity of pretty much any given person with the art of printmaking is nonexistant.
in other news, my poor little Poncho hurt his left paw, so he's been hopping about on three legs all week. his pretty ears are all chewed up too, thanks to the asshole shelty, Eep, who lives here. i know it was Eep who hurt him, too, because Ponch is usually such a friendly little guy, and now whenever Eep gets within ten feet of him, he growls. i don't know if Eep hurt Ponch's paw or not. but i wouldn't be suprised if he did. i can't wait to get into that fucking house. or out of this one. not that it's so terrible, but i can't be here all the time to protect my dog, and i can't take him with me to school, and i don't want him fucking traumatized from being attacked by dogs. i am angry over this. Poncho's such a good, kind, loving little boy. he doesn't deserve this. i hope it doesn't fuck him up too badly, mentally or physically.
speaking of the house. which i was, briefly, in the above tirade. i think we might get it. it's looking good. Rhys' mom seems to think we'll be in there by October 1st. i hope she's right.
anyway. that's it for now. i need to go wake up Rhys and go run some errands, and then go to school and fuck around with the presses some more. i'm having trouble printing on them, for some reason. well, for many reasons, but i won't bore you with the details. so i'm going to talk to the professor about all that.
okay. bye now.
-Hyena.
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Yeah well Sam and I have been pretty crazy about each other since summer 04'. We had a summer fling that ended with me having sex with another girl. I told her the truth and she flipped out (rightfully so). She did calm down and even rubbed hickies off my neck that were left from the other girl. She left for college and we didn't start speaking again until this past June. Since then we have just talked over the phone and toward the end of June she went to the service. It's amazing because we haven't seen each other in year and at times it feels like we stopped being with each other.
*insert aww here*
Yeah...so really if its not love i don't know what it is.
Good luck with the prints
Arg