Tuesday Morning At The Kitchen Table

Tuesday Nov 3rd... Dias de los Muertos are over for one more year, and yet again, I have failed in my intention to produce an ofrenda for my deceased family members. I wonder if they're hanging on the other side, arms crossed, tapping of feet, much exasperated sighing directed overhead?

The picture to the right came from a Flickr group called, appropriately enough, "Ofrendas". It's from the site I linked to above...

I love the art of Dias de los Muertos. I've even dabbled in a polymer clay skeleton or two, thinking that it would be kind of fun to come up with a mold so I could make hanging ornaments out of them. Now that's making me wonder where he's got to, my little skeleton man, and if I can complete the mold. Idea: what if I made a yearly ornament for family members? This year it could be a Dias de los Muertos skeleton. What about next year?

Wow, that's a good idea. I think I'll have to look into that, especially as we're dirt poor this year so actually BUYING things for people is going to be out of the question. Tra la la...

I've begun, and almost completed, a re-write of my Loki story - he's changed a bit, deepened as it were. Still a lot of work to go, and the big question remains, is he broad enough to carry a book on his shoulders, or is he going to stay a rather lengthy short story. Dunno. Again.

The Rhav story is pretty much ready. I have a few short stories I could be sending out. The Beezy story still needs a home, and is completely ready. I think I'll make Beezy my mission today, after I've done some writing. Yah. That sounds good. Dye hair, write blog, find Beezy a home.

Yah know, I can't find a decent cat demon picture anywhere. The picture to the right... nope, sorry, I mean the OTHER right... Anyway, this is a nice piece of graffiti - teeth-grinding public menace or legitimate art form, you be the judge - from the Flickr page of gbalogh, taken in Toronto Canada.

I don't really conceive of Beezy as having huge bushy eyebrows, but beggars can't be choosers, and I don't want, at this particular time, to spend most of my day with my tongue in the corner of my lips, pencil firmly in paw, desperately trying to get the Beezmeister out of my brains and onto to paper. You're just going to have live with this until I do...

While trying to come up with a title for today's offering, I happened to recall my favorite book title of all time: "Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?" by Philip K. Dick. The book itself was not one of my favorites of all time - the basis for the movie "Blade Runner", it was, if anything, more bleak, and sans Harrison Ford and Rutger Hauer, but there you go, nobody gets everything, do they? Still, the title rocks, and labels are everything, aren't they?

Wow, okay, I did not know this, but:

"In addition to thirty-six novels, Dick wrote approximately 121 short stories, many of which appeared in science fiction magazines. Although Dick spent most of his career as a writer in near-poverty, nine of his stories have been adapted into popular films since his death, including Blade Runner, Total Recall, A Scanner Darkly and Minority Report. In 2005, TimeUbik one of the one hundred greatest English-language novels published since 1923"

Figures. Yet another in a long line of brilliant artists who had to descend into a state of physical decay before his work could be monetarily appreciated. Not that money is everything, but it's nice to pay the rent every now and again. Oh, and eat. That's one of my personal favorites, is eating.

And now for something completely different: here's a silly thing I found while perusing through Neil Gaiman's blog this morning: for your auditory enjoyment, I share with you - ta-DAH! - the Instant Rimshot. Wanna make a joke? Need a rimshot? Here you go then.

You're welcome.