Thursday, November 8, 2007

Some people might not know this about me but I take in pure breeds and give them a weave and then tattoo eyebrows on them...

Monday, November 5, 2007

Yeah, learn their names cause you wanna.

Monday, October 22, 2007

I am so going to pimp out a couple of things here.

Firstly. Simplify Media is an amazing company. They make it possible to share your itunes library with any of your friends you'd like to. I had some technical issues with my version when it first started and it was addressed by non-other than the co-founder Paul. He helped me through it, and I got a peek at his collection, which, while in my uber-music elitest ways was a little lacking deserved some props. Down load this bidness right now! Come find me, savascha, and listen to my music!

And secondly, I know I haven't been around to post much, things have been a little hectic in my life lately. One of the reasons has to do with my other blog I'm working on. Welcome to The Vadge Blog. The brainchild of my dear friend Oval Office and I. We have a very talented crew of sass-assy ladies working with us, and are going to take the leap to a full fledge website soon, with links, and things to buy and everything. It's vadgetastic!

Alright, I promise a real update soon, but in keeping with tradition, here's a lovely video. It's business time, ladies and gents...

Sunday, August 19, 2007

What if company meetings were like a blog comment free-for-all?

Thursday, August 16, 2007

You know who I miss? I miss the guy who lives in the apartment behind mine who likes to wear nothing but a bra and panties and eat giant bowls of cereal. Oh partially naked guy, I won't be able to see you again until the leaves fall from the trees... and no longer obscure my view... I hope you still live there by then.

Monday, August 13, 2007

Oh Daniel!

Daniel Radcliffe of Harry Potter Fame hits Avengers' Dame Diana Rigg in the face with a condom!

I wouldn't have believed it until I saw it myself. Oh Mrs. Peel, you poor poor woman.

Thanks for the tip Niki!

Saturday, August 4, 2007

In my mind, I wonder what Amy Winehouse sounds like when she speaks...

I like to picture her sounding like Kat from Miami Ink...

But In reality, I bet she sounds more like a British Fran Drescher... I don't know why...

Not that there's anything wrong with Fran Drescher... Right?

Thursday, July 19, 2007

I really want to thank everyone being so nice about my Gramma and getting in touch wit h me. She is amazing, and we hope she'll stick around a little bit longer, but that if she is in a lot of pain she can go quickly.

She grew up in Duschesne (an unpronounceable Utah town name) and work in a local hotel as the general assistant/go to girl. She met my grandfather, who was 25 years her senior there. She was 17 when they got married, and alone and pregnant she moved to Salt Lake City to wait for Grandpa to finish building Strawberry Reservoir. She had to deal with burying three babies, and it took her several years to have my mother, and another 8 year for my uncle Joe.

She has worked her entire life, she's never once thought of not working. Her children were instilled with that at a young age, my mother started dancing professionally at age 3 and was making all her own money by the time she was 11. My uncle did odd jobs and saved every dime. I think he still is.

To me, my gramma was a second mom. My father left when I was 18 months, and I was the youngest of 6 children. My mother sank into a deep depression and wouldn't leave her bed for several years. Finally she did and decided to go to school. She became a paralegal by the time I was 6. Meanwhile, I was so small I needed care all the time. This fell on Gramma and Grannpa. I knew how to dial their phone number before I could tell you my own. Gramma would drop me off back at home, and I'd call her within hours begging to come back. We had special dinners together, peaches, toast, and chocolate milk every night. And we'd just sit and talk. I had my own drawer in her dresser that had all my treasures in it, my blanket, my costume jewels she gave me, cigar boxes of grandpa's to put special rocks and toys in. And when we slept I shared a bed with her, we'd fall asleep talking and holding hands. She'd tell me stories from memory, like Thumbelina, and Pinnochio. She is a very dramatic story teller.

Every morning we'd wake up with the train rumbling through Rose Park and we'd get up to go take care of her horses, Raffi and Sunshine. I helped with every aspect of their care and got to learn how to ride bareback. I fed the barn cats, and they would follow me all across the stables. I had my own dog, so to speak, Tiffany. She was a Keeshund, the most gentle dog on the planet. She was so well trained that she knew how to herd me away from trouble and bring me back to Gramma if I strayed too far. She always had pets, and taught me the love to be found in caring for something other than yourself. She owned (my brother know owns it, but she doesn't know) a 10 acre piece of land near Fruitland in the Uintahs. I spent nearly every other weekend there growing up. There was a tree fort, and a huge fire pit, and the river at the bottom of the pasture that had a sand bar. There were cactus's and juniper trees, and Indian paintbru sh. Red ground and beautiful blue skies. That was our retreat and our haven. I'm so grateful it will remain in our family.

When Tiffany died when I was 18, I was completely devastated. Raffi passed, then Sunshine. But we have her filly Dixie still.

The hardest part of dealing with gramma has always been "her episodes". She was not diagnosed with Bi-polar disorder until she was in her mid-50's. She had been self medicating by being an alcoholic. She would stop drinking, or later go off her meds, and would just deteriorate. She went through psychotherapy, and even electroshock until she was in almost her 60's. She had a tendency toward paranoia, and bouts of almost amnesia. She would be picked up by the police disoriented and confused. As her age progressed it became full blown dementia. She can barely contain any memories anymore, and what she does remember is confused and possibly untrue.

This is the worst part of watching her fade. She was the most active, lively, irrepressible woman I've ever known. She needed a fence on her land, she built it by hand. She got lonely in her later years, she dated a much younger man. She gave me my first bottle of hair color (officially a hair rinse) in the same color she's used for the past 30 years when I was 9 years old, an a le ather mini-skirt when I was 11. She loved listening to Cocteau Twins with me when I lived at her house for a brief time when I was 17 and had been kicked out. We would listen to them and just talk about life. She has always loved me as a daughter and I hope I am worthy of that lov e.

No matter what happens Gramma, I will always love you as my second mom and my first and most important best friend.

Tuesday, July 17, 2007

Funny thing, most people move to the world of online personals (oh I'll admit it) when they feel like they've run out of good chances to meet people in the "real" world.

I'm some times amazed and yet not at how quick the judgments of people are. Uploading a bad photo is like going out in public in your PJ's and curlers, what is the impression you're making. Because this is a world of snap judgments.

I know, because I do the same, "eh too bald, too brooding, too... Utah" I've noticed a remarkable trend in similarity, looks wise. And if all of these men who say they are into the outdoors and traveling the world and hot babes, but having a deep emotional connection... then why are they still online?

I suppose this is really naive of me... but I'm not going to date where I work, and frankly I don't get out as much as I do.

Beggars shouldn't be choosers, but still... Bareguyut69, I don't think it's going to work out.

Sunday, July 15, 2007

I've never been a huge Daft Punk fan, they're entertaining, it's easy to dance to. It reminds me of too many alcohol fueled nights at Bricks when I was 19... but this song has been stuck in my head ever since I saw this first video.

But now we had to have a video fight off... fight...down? Uhm.... whatever, which one do you think is better?

Hard choice, huh?

Thursday, June 28, 2007

Thanks for the tip Becca, Dan Deacon rules. He rules this fucking planet.

Saturday, June 9, 2007

I am absolute smitten by this man right now. I've always had a major soft spot for magicians. I even had The Harry Black magic kit when I was a kid and never got very good at it. But I've always been fascinated by magic of all types, psychological especially.

Meet Darren Brown... adorable British man who simply does the most amazing feats of psychological trickery.

Here's just a very very silly clip of his. Sorry, but I couldn't get an embedded version.

But then there's this amazing (looooong video) of his show called "Trick or Treat", which is basically an intense mind trip. In this one, a girl has an "out of body" experience with her own death simulated.

Monday, June 4, 2007

I'd like to introduce you to Ben. He's my favorite interweb star. Cause he makes me laugh my ass off. Please, feel free to visit him at his many websites:

The Heather and Ben Show
i <3 snacks
Inside Ben's Head

And partake of this lovely gem, that first made me love him, all those two long years ago.

Sunday, June 3, 2007

Ever had one of those days were you get up and just decide that doing anything more taxing than reading two books is a very bad thing?

And by the way, just because the three books I read this week were recommended to me by my 15 year old niece means nothing... Other than the fact that I just read two young adult books and an anthropological study on why some cultures thrived, progressed and then decided to go kill other people and take their land.... uhm.... so...

Now I'm going to bed, with visions of Manifest Destiny skipping through my head.

Saturday, June 2, 2007

Happiness is a 20 movie pack of Cult Classics.

Reefer Madness, check.
Omoo-Omoo, The Shark God, check.
Child Bride, check.

The list goes on, lots of sex, drugs and... test tube babies.

I can feel myself going numb from joy.

Ok, new internal debate. Keep gym membership, or nix gym membership and put that money towards car?

And if anyone (of the four people who read this blog) ever feel the urge to help me house hunt, since I like to give up after the 15th "no pets" refusal... I won't say no.

Off to tend to sunburn now since I decided to wander off in the mountains for a long time, sit in the beautiful sunshine surrounded by juniper trees, get completely lost, have to walk down a wash with huge storm clouds behind me and almost miss my family's property by about a half mile.

Friday, June 1, 2007

I'm just going to continue posting videos forever... It's what makes me happy.

Thursday, May 31, 2007

Well, ARUP caught on that people were spending time on Blogger, so now it is blocked from work. There go my most creative moments!

Update? Yes, let's.

Other ankle, whamo, ouch. Only had a brace for a week, but it was one of those monsterous boot things.

My brother Eric and his wife came to a family function. *jaw drops* and she managed to stay civial and not blame any of the problems of their children on me. I spent the first couple of seconds they showed up saying "what the hell?" over and over without realizing it. Hopefully they didn't notice.

I'm on the hunt for a car, so I can spend less time injuring myself, and more time: doing what I want, not asking for rides, going to SL Cemetary for lunch like I used to, driving to Antelope Island or Saltair, going camping, going to the gym, going to a movie by myself, grocery shopping, going to appointments without having to schedule around when I might be able to get a lift, DOING WHAT I WANT!


Let's see, with no television (by choice) I've become the voracious reader I used to be. I'm almost back up to my old speed, I can read approximately 400 pages in two days. When I'm back up to one day, that'll be a good thing.

I've been out doing more walking, well since I got the monster boot off, but I really want to be back up to hiking like I was before I hurt my ankle. I held my own, for the most part, in Goblin... but I was despondent about not being able to climb and be crazy like everyone else. Must. Get. Weight. Off.

Sadly, there is nothing else to report. So I'll give you another video. Remember Oasis, Wonderwall? Well, this is how the song should have sounded....

Wednesday, May 2, 2007

I just love Feist. And this is the most adorable video, to the most adorable song.

Friday, April 13, 2007

Talkin' bout our generation!

Dude, this is the coolest thing I have read in a LONG time. I want a Rock'N'Roll granny on the Dole in my family!

Coolest Grannies ever

Wednesday, April 11, 2007

Oh I am so excited! I am going to Goblin Valley from the 20th-22nd! It's my first real vacation in nearly four years! I can barely contain myself. Three days of camping and hiking and being with good friends. How exciting! We're going for Becca's birthday and it's going to be a reall occasion. My only sadness is that there is no way I can take Mr. Burns with me. He'd just cook in the heat and I wouldn't be able to keep up with anyone. My brother and sister-in-law normally look after him, but they are going out of town for spring break with their kids. Gah, I wish I could afford a house sitting. I've got someone to look after the kitties, but Burns needs some real attention. *sigh* I'm sure I'll figure something out. It's the one down side to pets, it's hard to just pack up and go on a trip without thinking too much.

Ah, but vacation! Yay!!

Thursday, April 5, 2007

All I need is one week off work, someone to watch the babies, a hammock, 40-50 comic books (or 10-20 graphic novels) especially of the Hernandez brothers persuasion, my iPod, lots of Hansens soda, my craft supplies and not a soul for miles around.

Saturday, March 24, 2007

To help the offleash areas in Utah

To all people who enjoy walking with their dogs off-leash in Parley's Gully--

It's crunch time. Those who want Parley's inaccessible to dogs are working hard to make it so, and we need to work just as hard for our rights. We're asking all of you to email your City Council Representative, and to forward this to anybody you know who also feels that dogs should be allowed off-leash in Parley's Gully.

The City Council has put together a small group to discuss a compromise between those who want no dogs in Parley's Gully, those who want dogs off-leash throughout the park, and those who fall somewhere in the middle. While we are hopeful of a positive outcome, it's difficult to envision a positive scenario that makes all sides happy.
This could result in a standoff between sides, and a decision by the City Council to ban dogs from Parley's.

Read below to find out a few ways you can help.

1. EMAIL YOUR CITY COUNCIL MEMBER (SLC RESIDENTS) OR THE COUNCIL AT LARGE (NON-CITY RESIDENTS) Even if you've already written your City Council Representative and the council at large, please write another simple note letting them know how you feel about having your dogs off-leash in Parley's--and how it may or may not affect your vote. We want to work with the City Council, but we need to make sure they know where we stand--and how many of us there are.

Click (or copy and paste) this link to find the name of your City Council Representative:

Carlton Christensen (District 1):

Van Turner (District 2):

Eric Jergensen (District 3):

Nancy Saxton (District 4):

Jill Remington Love (District 5):

Dave Buhler (District 6):

Soren Simonsen (District 7):

General Council email (For anyone outside the city limits):

24 HOUR HOTLINE NUMBER 801 535-7654

There are several people running for Mayor on the City Council. Please let them know that the outcome of Parley's will influence your vote, even if you're not you're in their Council district:

Nancy Saxton:

Dave Buhler:

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Thursday, March 15, 2007

Charlie The Unicorn

Shuuuuuuuuuunnnnnnnnnn the nonbeliever!

Friday, March 9, 2007

Ankle beautification, for cheap!

Ah, the beauty of torn ligaments. Look at the color, the shading, the videos in the background. Life is good.

Thursday, March 8, 2007

Paxilback - Gray Kid parody of Justin Timberlake's Sexyback

I can not make my phone ring by looking at it...

Sunday, February 25, 2007

Tuesday, February 20, 2007

Everyone needs to be reminded once in a while about how cool Jon Spencer Blues Explosion is.

P.S. Things are dandy in the land of Mindy.

Brenna, will you please get your ass out here again?

Monday, February 12, 2007

This is bullshit. Helicopters are flying over my house. I've been spotlighted while sitting on my back porch. Trolley Square is three blocks west from my house. Directly. If the apartment complex behind me wasn't there, I would be able to see the police on the street.

I am completely shaken up.

Possibly five dead. The gunman is dead.

This is bullshit.

Tuesday, February 6, 2007

Well, the birthday went by with hardly a ripple of recognition. Which was just how I wanted it... I think.

Welcome to the 28th anniversary of my birth. In honor of this auspicious day, grown men battered each other mercilessly on a field while struggling to run around with something that looks like a leather covered yam. This is a repetition of the theatrics observed on the day I was born.

So in honor of me being a whack job around my birthday, I wanted to bring ya'll the story of yet another whack job.

Meet Lisa, she is a mother, wife and astronaut. Her field is aeronautical engineering and she is a Navy captain. She enjoys dressing in costumes and hunting down women who get in the way of her and her crush.

So, way to go Lisa, way to hunt that women down, that'll teach her for getting a crush on a single man that you are not having a relationship with.

Monday, January 29, 2007

Say what? I just found a bundle'o'presents attached to my front door. Inside are all sorts of tiny goodies that are making me all giggly. Icy Hot? Mini crayons? A 50% adorable picture of my dear dear darling and I at her wedding (which is negative points for me trying to not look like a drowned ferrett in the humidity)? And let me just say, BEAUTIFUL necklace. I am the luckiest gal in the world.

And Bumblebee, you are not an asshole, not in any way. You are a little muffin that is full of tasty morsels. You are in reading overload, and if osmosis really worked, I'd say sleep on the books you need for the exam, but it doesn't really work that way. You need to do this, because in a couple of months, we will be free to enjoy the sunshine with our fat dogs and your silly hubby. That is, if I can find time in my busy schedule of becoming anorexic and work out addicted, oh and avoiding finishing gallery submissions at all costs.


Sunday, January 28, 2007

Let me tell you a little story that just popped in my head this weekend.

It was my 11th birthday, I was not very excited for it. My mom had made me invite a bunch of girls that I was not friends with. I think it was a slightly misguided attempt at making me become more popular. Well, all that did was make me throw a truly phenomenal hissy fit at my party. This is especially embarrassing, since all these girls had really and truly tried to make a go at having fun at my party. I'd gotten nice presents, and instead of being grateful I ran off to the upstairs to cry my eyes out. It's my party, I can cry if I want to.

I was sitting on the edge of the tub in the bathroom when someone knocked on the door and came in. One of the girls came in and sat down next to me. I don't really remember what she said to me, but I know that she was being incredibly kind. Someone had given me a magic 8 ball as a gift, and she had brought it with her and we played at making predictions. She made me laugh, made me stop crying and got me to come back to the party and start having fun. Sadly, the rest of the evening was slightly ruined by the weather... as it has pretty much always snowed on my birthday it was no surprise... but it was a particularly heinous snow storm which stopped us from completing the festivities at Round Table Pizza.

I've remembered that kindness all through the years, even though I never made any overtures towards friendship with that girl after that. She had really tried to reach out to me, and I was too self conscious to allow it to happen. But I always appreciated it.

I have been lucky enough to reconnect with this girl in the past year. She now works with me and we've been slowly getting to know each other. I think she is a real treasure and would be very proud and honored to be her friend. I think she is kind, and funny. And in my new founded spirit of gratitude, I wanted to thank her for this kindness as I come up on another birthday (17 years later).

Thank you Katie.

Saturday, January 27, 2007

My new gung-ho attitude towards getting healthy is certainly becoming an interesting experience. Coming from a past of being very athletic and into a present of being... the opposite... I think that I might be pushing myself a little harder than is warranted.

Yoga on Thursday with Justin was awesome. The teacher is hard, but supportive. The poses are fairly elementary, but she moves through them so quickly, you're really getting a work out. I was dripping sweat, something I haven't done for a long time. I could barely stay on my yoga pad I was so slippery. Eww. I know. But I was very pleased with the fact that I was able to keep up with all the poses a lot better than I'd expected. My wrist didn't even trouble me, considering we were in downward dog for most of the class. I feel supercharged afterwards.

Yesterday was a tad rough cause I was starting to feel the exertion more. Then last night I went and had my first one on one session with the personal trainer. She is very nice and funny, and totally non-judgmental. We spent the first half of the session getting all of my information in, no surprises there, I'm in the "unhealthy" range. But she helped me put together a realistic and totally normal meal plan, and set an exercise regime that is not too frightening. She thinks that for me to achieve my goal weight loss (in a healthy way) will take me about 8 months. All in all, that's not a long time, especially when I think of how long it took me to become this sedentary.

But this morning, I felt like I'd moved two apartments and then gone for a jog. So I took a nice hot bath today for about two hours. :)

And now my mom is on her way to pick me up and take me to look at some new houses for sale. It's down in the kind of Glendale area, but the houses are just built and reasonably priced. So, we're going to see if it might be worth the effort. Especially if SarahJo moves out here at the end of February, then she could move in with me. We'd have a nice place for all the dogs and cats to run rampant. How would it be to own my own place and not have to deal with asshole neighbor anymore? Not have to deal with an apartment so drafty it's the same temperature as the outside all year round? Heaven.

Thursday, January 25, 2007

I have received an invitation to my 10 year school reunion. They created a website for the gathering, and I keep watching it in morbid fascination. I didn't actually graduate from Skyline, I only spent my sophomore year there, and the first two months of my junior year before I went screaming into the warm embrace of Realms of Inquiry (yeah, my hippie high school). To be technical, I graduated through night school, since my senior year consisted of a 1/2 a credit of English... 6 hours of classes and I graduated...

But I digress, to go or not to go. I am flip flopping like a gasping fish on this. While I'm intrigued to see how my classmates turned out, and I have known quite a few of them since elementary school, I'm also completely horrified by the idea of them seeing me. I was by no means popular, and in fact a little bit, well.... mocked and terrorized by some of the jocks. Typical high school experience, though, I'm none too affected by it any more. But most of my friends were older students, a year or two older than me.

But mostly, 10 years is a long time, and it seems to have gone by rather quickly. And I'm looking at these photos thinking, they all look so old! I look so old. And since I'm not married and don't have 2-4 children like the majority of them, I feel even more detached from the whole thing.

Dear God.

Wednesday, January 24, 2007

Body Found in Weber County Waste Transfer Station:

CSI has nothing on Utah's waste management specialists.

They saw blood, they found body, death considered "suspicious".

That is all.

-(Updated with link!)
Dear Ira Glass,

How sad I am that I missed you today! You were so close, yet so far away. I wish you'd given me more advance notice, and I would have totally been there. Lunch was included? Why didn't you say so?

Have I ever told you how much I love you? It's true! You're an inspiration to me, and I look up to you very much. Besides you have that adorable little voice that just makes me get all giddy. But now I'm just getting off track.

What I wanted to say is, when are you going to hire me?


Monday, January 22, 2007

Eww. Medium pulp orange juice is not meant to be chugged.
Things I love right now:

-Walking around town, music just sounds better when you're walking with your giant headphones.
-Oh, giant headphones.
-The smell of peppermint, can't get enough of it.
-Tea. Any way I can get it.
-Re-reading trashy novels from my youth.
-Watching the sun come up over the mountain from my desk with a cup of coffee, this is becoming habitual.
-Stereolab, but when don't I love them?
-John Fluevog shoes. My $150 investment twelve years ago pays for itself over and over every winter, when I'm not sliding the entire way down 4th south. God bless you Fluevog, and your Angelic Soles.
-Cough drops, even though I'm eating so many it's making my tummy hurt. But at least I'm not getting dirty looks for coughing all day.
-Pearls, I could walk around wearing nothing but strands of pearls and feel like a real class act.
-Cat toys and the hypnotic hold they have over Yeti and Rufus. Without them, I would never sleep.
-Senor Tuber on Toothpicks, aka; tiny body, big head, aka; Mr. Burns. His fatness amazes me, but I won't say no to the cuddlyness.
-Big plans for the future, suddenly they seem so possible.
-Speaking of plans, ooooooh the ideas.

Sunday, January 14, 2007

Guilty pleasures from the sickbed of Mindy:

Watching old favorite movies and allowing myself to be overcome by emotion. A Room with a View, when George kisses Lucy on the hillside in Florence? Where was he when I was there? I was too busy getting my heart broken by the assistant director of the boys choir from Sydney, Australia... Of course I can't remember his name, but that isn't the point.

Sleeping in my new comfy bed with my nice new sheets and comforter. Although I did get to puppysit my brothers dog and that always adds strain on the dynamic of my little family. Burns gets really protective of him, especially since Sammy and Yeti fight all the time. Burns and Yeti are best friends, unless Sammy is here. Then it's all barking and hissing. Meanwhile poor Rufus gets molested by Sammy repeatedly, I had to pull him off poor Roo's back three times today alone! And then it takes a few days for everyone to find their equilibrim again. It doesn't help that I managed to forget I'd let the puppies outside and they were out in the freezing cold for a half hour while I was dozing, luckily they yipped loud enough for the asshole neighbor to notice and let them in the laundry room, which woke me up... I thought they were behaving a little too well.

I'm rereading trashy books from my youth, nothing is more healing to me than reading Anne McCaffrey... let's not talk about it, I don't want to cheapen the moment. Especially since Kelly was so kind to give me five books over Christmas that I haven't finished...

Ordering pizza and not feeling too guilty about it. I needed to get soda for my sore throat somehow, and I'm not about to walk to the Indian-mart in freezing temperatures, no ma'am or sir. I'm going to make some college student do the work for me.

Having a decent excuse for not working on either of the prints I have coming due soon. I need to finish a lino carving in the next week or so, and start playing with my new watercolor technique idea for the gallery submissions. But, it seems like a lot of work, especially since I woke up to a house full of snotty tissue that had been lovingly pulled from the trash and distributed by my adoring pets. That Yeti, he's a natural born dumpster diver. If it weren't for his good looks, that hobo would be out on the street...

Last but not least. Heat. I'm going to have the biggest gas bill just from the past two days alone, hot baths and the heater on full blast... but it is such a nice change of pace from the beginning of winter. And now that I have the landlord finally paying half of the gas (since he attached an appliance illegally to my gas line, it's the least he can do) I finally feel like actually turning the heat up for a while.

Alright, it's time to go climb back into bed, read my trashy book and let my now Sammy deprived pets calm down.

Ah, I love the smell of a fresh new blog. Take a deep breath!

So, I'm timing this new blog to coincide with my need to get a little motivation in my life. I've been *cough* a little lazy lately... and by lately I mean the past five years. But no more!

I'm planning big things, people... big things...

First of all, Operation Salt is coming along, we're planning on submitting to galleries soon.

I may be starting a Dr. Sketchy's Anti-Art School group here in ol'Salt Lake City, thanks Molly!

The job has moved back to the main lab, which will be a nice change (can you believe, a corner window?! Who cares if it overlooks a heating vent and is an interior corner, if you squint you can see the mountains!)


Yes sir, the times, they are a changin'.

Did I mention I'll be 28 in three weeks?