Broken laptop keyboards mean forced internet exiles

Back from my accidental internet exile! Well, I had a keyboard on my laptop break down. No big deal except: I promised to promote a bunch of other spray painters like myself on my art and photography page on facebook. So I was forced to flake in the middle of that, I was talking to my online friend and duck expert about an infection my duck has in her foot, so there I go flaking again. Its all gravy tho, it was kinda peaceful without the noise of my clicking keys. Evipparently, they want me to pay around 100 dollars to get my laptop fixed, wheras fred meyers has plug in keyboards for about thirteen dollars. Where I want to get my actual laptop fixed (portability for the win!). Ive decided that saving 77 dollars is the way to go for now since I decided to use my paycheck for groceries and bills and lots of boring adult things. So the advantage to having a movable keyboard is: that i can lay in bed without a warm laptop right in my face. The disadvantage, is that i have to bend over a lot to use the stylus on my computer, and bending over hurts the already bad back. So here I am, ready to get back to the promoting of myself and others art this week, Also need to get out and spray paint! I have a big announcement coming in another blog in the next few days. Stay tuned, unless of course, you already know whats coming for me in June :) ITS HUGE, not a baby, or an engagement, or a vacation, but huge :)

Modern and past film and life.

Its funny how they always say movies are dramatized. Yet, there are few things more dramatic then reality tv! I was watching a movie called "Chances are" with Robert Downey jr and Cybil Shepard, and lately i have been on a kick of focusing on peoples mannerisms. I notice who says please, who says thank you, how people act and treat eachother. Maybe its my weak attempt of gathering my own life lessons from movies :) One thing I did notice...is that the way men treat women and vice versa was different in the past.I do not just mean because of Hollywood, but if you watch a similar love story now, you will see very different things. Things such as, how much more tolerant, respectful they are of eachother. Obviously, that factor varies from movie to movie, but lets use this example here. RBJ pushed away the girl who he was starting to date when she went to kiss him. Naturally, and in modern tv shows and movies..she might have easily gotten up and screamed GET OUT!!! and freaked out on him. Called him a user, a slut, accused him of cheating and using her to sleep at her place, and thrown an all out American girl hissy fit. Also, the quirkyness in movies are a lot less frowned upon back then. Someone could think they are someone else's past life, and they would have them committed, or it could easily get violent in modern films. In the past films though, they are simply given awkward looks. Maybe talked about mildly to their faces or behind their backs. To me, older films are not just crappier sound and film and vhs quality. They are a depiction of a milder form and how life generally used to be.

Wardrobe malfunction

im a pack rat. I HATE when people refer to me as a hoarder, there is a difference. I dont have pizza boxes and dead rodents lining the walls of my home, I simply own too much stuff (and regularly get rid of trash and recycling, various recepticals) yet..its to the point of zero to barely any floor space. The process of elimination has been too much. I never know what to get rid of? where to start? etc etc. I was proud of myself today, ended up ridding around 10 tshirts. Ive decided that my clothes are younger then my birthdate, and that its time to change that within myself. I could do better, and i have been checking threadless (Figuring id get a few and just rotate more instead of completely get lost in whatever clothes I do possess currently). Hopefully with any luck, ill be able to get rid of even more shirts/tanks. Then, I can move forward in the process that is my room. Hopin, Wishin, but praying for bigger things.

Draw Something..my latest app craze.

While I make Andrew take my turn with Curtis in "draw something" (The app) we add eachother and he starts a game. Granted, Curtis is awesome..but he never texts back unless he doesn't understand a picture, it was amusing minutes later when he decided to text back lol. Anyways, I get Andrew totally addicted..and as cute as he is, he cannot draw very well..but is still a good sport about playing. My littlest nephew are along with me, so i try to keep the lingo and wording cleaner in his presence, we can only go so far! I see...two items. one is the word MARLY, and the other is a joint..tho I did not realize that until our discussion. Andrew: what does that look like to you? Holly: a beta-fish! Andrew: laughs. what do you associate with Marley? Holly: mmmmmmmm the dog! and the movie. Nephew: I thought of the movie too! Andrew: and? Holly: dreadlocks Andrew: and? Holly: weed! and you didn't spell Marley right Andrew: I know Nephew: what is that? :points to drawn joint picture: Holly: A beta-fish! Andrew: LAUGHING HYSTERICALLY TOGETHER WITH HOLLY. H: im not real good with drug references... A: I figured! H: :whispers: weed..ganja...mary jane...420...pot..hemp? i dont know!! Andrew: Its BUDDHA!!! H: BUDDHA??? I associate him with plates of food at the nail places..and the big green guy A: but I didnt wanna draw the big green guy. lol. no comment. We sure had a blast yesterday though :)

common.

chatterboxes.

big grins.

permanently angry at our exs.

pissed off easily, yet softhearted.

groups of people of all kinds excite us.

likes to complain, but have a positive attitude.

speaks with hands.

high energy.

loves/needs to socialize.

Naturally happy.

laughs easily.

smart.

technology dependant:

loves angry birds and facebook.

surrounded by drama non stop in some way shape or form.

enjoys eachothers company and attention.

smaller type of people.

textaholic.

tempermental.

lovable too.

interest in other people.

compassionate/forgiving.

Im impressed.

Why Max could never be my wingwoman.

So, im falling fast for this guy. He works semi close, Lets just say his name is Andrew..because the odds of him ever reading this blog are very slim.

He happens to work about a mile from my house. Which is awesome. Maxwell and I are always out walking. For those of you that do not know me, Max is my troublesome inquisitive cute but abnoxious border collie.

So, Silly me. I decide to drop in today to drop off a paper for a different employee. My muse is in.

He walks to the door, I exclaim I do not want to come in because I have stinky with me (did I mention Max is due for a grooming, natty dread-y, and quite stinky from living much of his life outdoors?)

Anyways, whereas most people wouldnt bring a smelly dog to a persons place they are certainly interested in, i guess im a little different.

So, first.. it goes like this:

Hey Andrew...could you give this paper ::YANK:: Max! stop it!! Sorry Andrew...could you give this ::jerks back:: MAX!! Sorry......I am so sorry.

Andrew laughs, he seemingly likess dogs but stood in front of the door. The machine next door kept scaring Max, so he told us to come in (after I finished explaining why I was there).

I bring him in, hes stinkier then he seems. While he reeks up the store, and begins farting (clearly he was as nervous as I was). I begin to turn red. REALLY praying that Andrew does not think that the odor is coming from me.
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I warned Max ahead of time..but I can give you a million stories to how that dog has done something embarrassing or dangerous through the years...more then any dog I have ever owned in my life.

Anyways...as my embarrassment goes on, Max finally settles down.

Andrew and I start talking..my prime goal was to compliment his smile he kept showing me. As I ease the conversation into that..I hear a THUD.

I look behind me, Maxwell is standing his front feet on the ice cream case.

I yank him off gently, and get back to my conversation, clearly..my dignity was not there with me that night.

Andrew and I continue our convo, I laugh because Max kept staring at his reflection in the beer case...he puts his front feet on the counter in front between Andrew and I.

I giggle and so does he..I again say "Max get down!"

So he wanders off again, Andrew gets out one of those beef jerky silver dollars and sets it on the counter..he calls Max back to the counter, Max puts his front feet up, grabs the silver dollar, takes it to the floor..and GAGS this REALLY loud barf gag.

My dignity ran off, met me at home with my dinner later. I told Max "PLEASE dont throw up in the store, boy"

Andrew laughs again. Thank God he has a good sense of humor. I then exclaim that I better get him home and go eat dinner, afraid of what Max could pull as I would leaving.

I then told Andrew id see him later in the week, and left.

That, is why my dog is probably the worlds worst wingwoman...but I love that stinky furball anyway.

Bob Ross, the original hipster?

So, I have always related Bob Ross to the city of Portland OR. Having grown up next door to it, I recall it being a place where the hippies and artists united and gathered. The artists, free spirited. As much as I make fun of it, some of the people are pretty awesome. Tho I still prefer the attitude of Seattle, the hospitality and friendliness they offer compared to the rest, I also believe that Portland has a definate oddball way of living.

Of course, we are talking about hipster town, so I question: was Bob Ross the original hipster?. White guy, artsy-fartsy...not afraid to be free spirited. As he beats his paintbrush against the bar to shake the water at it, giggles and says "HAHA! just beat the devil out of it!" I noticed how funky/trendy he truly is. A lot of people have made fun of his cheery disposition as the years have gone by. Now, part of his character, his look and odd ways..are trendy.

Fuzzy beard, afro...striped button up shirt are only the visuals. Everything else, kind of explains itself at that point. Looking at him as a man, and not just a guy with fancy brush strokes.. hes so masculant. In terms of, he really is not afraid to have a soft side. Give his pictures character...love his squirrels, and load his paintbrush with gorgeous colors and verbal BLUPS! and happy little trees.

Anyways...unfortunately, Bob Ross left us long ago from lymphoma. His legacy though, and skill/ability will hopefully be an inspiration to all people, hipsters and non hipsters alike.