Watching television with my kids, or more accurately, watching commercials with my kids, is a trip. There is a running commentary on every last detail of every last commercial and my conscientious consumers just blow them all to pieces.
Those new Scientology commercials? Bwah ha ha ha. Hilarious! But only if you watch them with my kids. That pompous new Highlander commercial with the cherubic looking obnoxious entitled curly blonde haired kid? My kid's 6 word response? "I wanna punch that kid so much." Wanna hate a candy bar? Try that new snap-tastic Kit Kat commercial with all the trim young enthusiastic candy loving young business men/women . Barf. I'll never have another Kit Kat fantasy again. As a matter of fact if someone makes an anti-allergy pill tomorrow and I decide to go all hog wild in a candy store, I wouldn't even touch a Kit Kat. I'd get annoyed just by the packaging. And if I heard one snapping in half, I'd probably have to kick a puppy or something. Yeah, no antagonizing Kit Kats for me.
Speaking of antagonizing, I had my photo class this morning (last one until January!) and the woman who for the last two weeks told the rest of us that we couldn't put our stuff on the shared tables was suddenly more relaxed. Her new state of relaxation was a good thing too, or I might have had to given her the puppy treatment. (see previous paragraph) I've slowly been coming around to the idea that perhaps I am going to need my own printer. I just can't get enough work done in class because too many of us are competing for the same two printers. The reason I hesitate is because I am afraid printers are somewhat delicate and I won't know how to do the repairs, which mostly involve running head cleaning programs. I ruined a printer once by allowing the heads to get un-repairably clogged. That was about 7 years ago. I've had my printer fearful tail between my legs ever since.
My goal for this winter is to accumulate a solid body of work and set up a nice clean web site and then once I move to new town, start shopping myself around the galleries there. I think it is more of an art loving community. Cross your fingers. I might have to take a seminar on selling yourself, because lord knows, I totally suck at anything sales related, especially when it comes to selling myself, but I am ready to take this bull by the horns and JUST DO IT. I wish I could make the husband be my salesman. He has this magical ability to persuade people. He could stare down Chuck Norris. Three minutes in locked room with the husband and Chuck Norris would spend the rest of eternity known as Thumb Sucking Little Chuckie, and the husband wouldn't even have had to get out of his chair.
This post made me smile so much! And a giggle or two, heehee. After a (cr*ppy) totally challenging day, this was just what I needed.
Still crossing fingers for the new house with the STUDIO...
Posted by: Pippa | November 16, 2010 at 12:26 PM