Another journal

This year was the first year in about five that I didn’t participate in the Sidewalk Chalk Art fest that takes place on FG’s Founder’s Day Weekend.

Chase and I walked around and looked at everything a couple days later. It’s true camp, because everything is done with such honesty. I love it unendingly.

Flickr set here.

Mirrored from Journal of a Something or Other.

Mirrored from Journal of a Something or Other.

Mirrored from Journal of a Something or Other.

The world has decided that I am the kind of person who should find abandoned kid’s drawings.  I’m cool with this, because it makes me totally happy.

And those are scientists, making a portal to another world/dimension, by the way.

Mirrored from Journal of a Something or Other.

I finally realised that I should turn on the part of my brain that helps me at work and put it to use cleaning our horror of a spare room. It was gross.

But I totally kicked ass cleaning my mess and sorting (yay!) all of my supplies and junk. It is beautiful now and your voice kind of echoes because it’s so empty.

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I learned not only important lessons about life, after-school special style, but I also learned that if one begins collecting mixed media supply and techniques at fourteen, one ends up with a lot of supplies at twenty-five. Click through the picture below to gawk at my crazy self. Forty-two Flickr notes, and a hell of a lot more boxes and containers and junk. And I do use all of it and this isn’t all of it, because some of those containers open up into little trays of ridiculous collections of lenses and moving parts and springs and God-knows-what. My favourite box is “Rocks and Army Men”, followed closely by the bag of hair.

So, I am a little overwhelmed about what direction I am going to art/craft in next (so many choices, shit), but I will be well-stocked, no matter what.

Mirrored from Journal of a Something or Other.

Since Chase had to shoot it anyway for work, we went to the Washington county fair. We went last year and I freaking love it. There would be more enjoyment if it wasn’t a have-to-go for Chase. We spent an hour with a food inspector giving an inspection and despite getting to watch the $5 monster truck rides while that happened, it was kind of a super lame thing. Anyway. Fair!

We don’t go for the rides so much as the “Shopper’s Expo” (it’s like HCN, but in life, omigod), the floral exhibits that are saddness in action and the the FFA stuff—which is Future Farmers of America for you city folks who don’t know. You raise things or practice home crafts and then enter contests with it or get the things auctioned off at crazy high per-pound prices. I like the food displays the most, because they are weird.

Oh yes. And we also go for the livestock.

There was a new swine barn this year dedicated to the memory of this guy. I think that is kind of awesome, though the LED memorial pins could have gone without “Git-R-Done” on them.

I have a little Flickr set from it, wherein I kindly mock how a child writes and there is some five and ten second video of pigeons and a pissed sheep and things.

Mirrored from Journal of a Something or Other.