Uuuuuuuuuuh.... every morning I approach the mail box (well, the PO Box), the childish tingle trickling through he blood, an exciting and most wonderful feeling!... I KNOW it's impossible for it to arrive already and the customs will announce charging me sweetly when it hits the border, but... Not today? Ah, perhaps another day! Bon travels, my beloved Kindle!

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Mondays, mondays

Still a little bit stunned from the exhibition opening (it was like losing virginity, really, minus the nose bleeds and nobody wanting to talk about it afterwards :p) Bottom line, cannot really paint on yet. What I'm doing instead is manically downloading eBooks. If all goes well, I will be able to order Kindle in two days. Where the fuck is my accountant, though??

Dragged Piček to see 2012, as it wouldn't make sense NOT to see it on a huge screen. I loved it for the booming effects (Woody Harrelson was excellent, too!) and was perfectly ready to continue the retarded family drama with my own tale of a survivor, going out to look for more people and establish more resurrection units (though of course I am perfectly aware very soon there would be a shortage of medicine and humans are all too happy to turn into idiots when opportunity presents itself.) Piček nipped it in the bud, though, he hated the movie. He always has these comments, like "This is not how you would roast a man" or "This is not how you slash someone's neck open" or "This is not how propulsion within a pyroclastic cloud works"... The man has zero sense of fantastic bullshit. I don't think he's read a single fiction book in his life.

He's taken his black winter jacket out of the closet and is doing his Arnold Vosloo thing again. Matter of days before he thinks he's the second coming of Pik Van Cleaf and bullies his postmen again. Gods he's delicious and of course I am skipping around him with my ridiculous orange and turqouise cap and moronic happy grin, busting his image into smithereens.

Okay. I'm off to ravish him :D I'll post some latest pickies tomorrow :p

One thing, however, did catch me off key: I had the privilege of meeting  a Mark III camera in person yesterday and found it entirely useless for me. WAY too big and awkward, way too heavy to feel right. Dunno, perhaps it's something one needs to get used to, like a new sword, but for the time being, I'm putting it off the wishlist.

Exhibition opening

Yikes! I am STILL completely drained of energy and I've slept for almost 7 hours! 

This was SO much fun!

(Haven't got the pickies yet, can't get my eyes to focus properly, as I OD on make-up :p)

This was so cool. I am completely hooked - I want more! More people, bigger show, more food and more chatter although I was dizzy from trying to talk to everyone at once. I've never been in this kind of spotlight before, so everyone shaking my hand and congratulating and complimenting me was kind of surreal, but people kind of glowed while talking about my art and I could tell they liked it. Even the old grumpy of my elder brother found a few he loved - and my younger of the two older brothers was cross because I don't include him enough - he tried to sell me some ambitions, but was too stoned to make sense, so need to call him again to check what exactly did he have in mind. LoL, he tried to convince Piček that Piček is stoned as well and that must have looked like a Jack Sparrow convincing Commodore Norrington (in the first movie) to go to a fun house with him. hahaha.

I think mostly everyone was very happy. My parents and Piček's parents finally met - dad instantly banding together in vivid agricultural debates and I was forced to do an interview for the TV! Really, they tricked me, otherwise I'd hide :D But I kind of think it went really cool. Though I didn't know this is how I look - like a villain in an opera show. LOL

Aw.. man. I so want more of this. Lights and opinions and people stealing my pens and greeting cards and little kids playing flutes (good choice! I wouldn't have thought of that. Everyone thinks I love kids to draw like this; I hate to break it to them I have the Oscar Wilde syndrome regarding the subject.)

We earned enough for one nice meal and although he was already completely drained, I kind of made Piček go to have dinner with me out and I had some very very cool gnocchi and gorgonzola pasta. It was an excellent closure of the day. 

And now it's a new day :D

I saw a really - really really - disturbing video by Shakira. The other day when I was sad over Piček and I fighting, I went over to my sis's place and they cheered me up with SNL screening galore :D So I downloaded a few of my own (at least some very annoying movie stars redeem themselves there :D... and of course there are the*greatest hits* such as Tom Hanks singing and "Dumbfuckingstan") and was just about to persuade them to play on the LCD screen, when the video She Wolf was playing... Now... the werewolf transformation spasms I get, but for the love of all that's even remotely tasteful?! That was just.... gross... She looks like an epileptic zombie of a gymnast!! Like, PR people? WTF??

Exhibition put-up

Mum offered we make cookies for the opening. I was just going to buy the best chocolates, but the both combined can't hurt - nothing lures innocent victims in like sugar :D

Man, I haven't been this beat in ages - last night was too much to do this blog, sorry... besides, I can't show up at my parent's place at 7. They'd think me a bit anxious :p But hey, back to yesterday, I got my first free meal from the gallery folk - a pink (well, yellow) slip to a pizza place WITH drinks for three people :D Go us! :D

Must say it was the first good pizza I had in a decade. I don't eat them normally, I opt for gnocchi when in Italian restaurants, but this one was not half bad.

Okay, so about the putting-up 6 hours... Am SO grateful Piček and my mum were there to aid me... I mean, I'd do it, but it would look a lot different and the janitor guy wouldn't be half as helpful, so it would take, oh, four times as long...  See, while I generally don't like people and never trust them as a rule, he seemed friendly enough - only later did Piček, the sleepless sheriff, mention that every time the gallery owner came in to socialize with us and my mum turned out to be, well, someone who's been in the exhibits opening business since she was 16, the janitor brought helpfulness up a notch. It's all the same to me. Four people worked hard and it was done almost to the last dot. I am glad I brought my mum along - although retired, she was so happy, running around with an unlit cigarette in one hand and a tape measurer in the other, ordering us to hang stuff EXACTLY 120 cm above ground - registered view level - and to make sure one painting draws the attention to another, inviting it to continue the narrative of the exhibition as a whole... Yikes! I just love to put stuff up! (And I did and the other two kept taking stuff off.' Neat and clean is not my style. I like things messy and curious :D

Of course.. I managed to get one of the new card designs stuck in between two glass panels BEFORE I had them scanned and ready for printers.. Well done, acorn.

Well, I did lock him out of the house, but I did also take a thermos of tea and an extra jacket to him, which I suppose was nice. You can't really pull too much real estate drama on the likes of us - we're too free spirited to be put off by a closed door. He made me go back inside from the rain and then wanted me to move away, so that he could leave again, which I refused him for about an hour. Course he wasn't trying too hard, his attempts to move me were more embraces, but then again if I thought he might really leave I'd have locked the main lock and then he would really have to fight me.

It's okay. He's asleep now. We didn't talk at all, but he's learning how to be a drama queen from the best, though, truth be told, he has a lot to learn. Sitting in the car, in the cold, all day? Please. I was at that stage when I was 11.

The art of it is, neither gives in to forgiving the other and yet neither makes anything worse. I am arriving at mastering the art of lover's quarrels.

Mental note: I hid the gate key in the fridge. He does, after all, have to go to work tomorrow.

Whoa..

LOL. I found a car in my garage!

Okay, that probably doesn't make much sense, but check this out: (cello goes duddu duddu duddu...)

See what I mean??

I knew there was a car in the old garage, something that hasn't been touched in, say, 10 or 12 years, and I approximately knew what kind of a car it was, because I vaguely remember we were using it when we were dragging timber out of the forest when I was... thinner... I remember dad and my brother found it and bought it but it was given to me - not as a gift but as a way to avoid taxes or something. I didn't have a license at the time and it cost like a hundred bucks of fuel just to start it. Several other things were off about it, I know that cylinders were faulty... somehow... and it had a fickle clutch. All in all it's the kind of a car that a president of some really God's joke African country would drive to a safari, but I live in a small town and yearn for a Mini Cooper when the time comes for me to have my own car again.

My adventurer's spirit stirs, though, so here are more pickies. This is positively creepy! :D Like Dracula's car, LoL. I've watched the pilot episode of the new Vs and of curse how everyone gawks because aliens look pretty is enough to put me off the show (Seriously, what is it about Americans and pretty chicks? She could be a blood-sucking homicidal xenomorph, but because she's a teen model it probably means she's just misunderstood. )