trying to get in

sounds obvious enough, but i'm starting to really face this basic fact: i'm going to have to get used to people reading my stuff, especially the extremely personal. SO, with that in mind, here's my effort toward getting into School of Visual Arts's MFA-Visual Narrative program. applicants were given a choice of three themes: 3 (& the related iconography, the Trinity, etc.); pie (or pi, whichever); or evil (its embodiment, Satan, etc.). i decided to go with the one i knew best...

which line?

“Come, rest in this bosom”

Thomas Moore (1779–1852)

school lady, packing heat

i'm not going to get into the "guns don't kill people; people kill people" argument. for now, i have no investment in debating who should & should not [be allowed to] own guns.

all i want to do is expose the human psyche's worst enemy: itself.

hype for someone else

i would never have reached this point, overcome all that i have, & become stronger along the way were it not for those who bless me simply by being in my life.  one of those people? my brother, gj beatty.

this is gj & me, nearly 33 years ago, after my baptism

sorry, every other little sister in the world; i'm sure your blessed, but i have the best big brother. ever.

Soft Kitty + Pete Townshend + Beggin Strips = a Merry Christmas

only took me 30+ years to figure myself out. my Christmas-self, i mean. i have been wrestling with the holiday season for some time now, & at its 2012 start, i thought i was going to avoid the difficult grappling. finally. Christmas wasn't going to be hard. Christmas was going to be great. it wasn't just going to be happy; it was going to be happy, happy, happy. i even dared to think it was going to reach the heretofore unheard of Ren & Stimpy levels of happy, happy, joy, joy.

silly me.

Guerrilla Tactics

toby & i constantly vie for supremacy in the Furniture Wars of 22 F1. dominance usually depends on the battle's locale. if strife occurs in the living room, four legs often prevail over two, & the fighting at Couch Hill ends in my defeat. if, however, the conflict spills over into my bedroom, the tables are turned, & i continue to reign supreme over Dreamland Fun-time Palace.

last night, however, there was a sneak attack.

Presidential Debate, Part the First

so i decided that i was going to be a good citizen & exercise my freedom to be informed so that i can make educated choices come election day.

i also decided that i was going to be a petty snark.