Friday, April 28, 2006

This is how I want the world to embrace my obsession.

And I’ll take a dozen strawberry cupcakes that say “oh god oh god we’re all gonna die” too please.

Off subject- yesterday I went to sleep at 6pm and didn't wake up till about 11am this morning. And I still feel like I could use a nap.

Wednesday, April 26, 2006

Second 3D project

Second 3D project:

Merging of a manmade object and an organic object. It’s a flower stapler.

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Yah, a flower stapler. Yah.


From my very sweet and very sexy Sarah—I’m supposed to say six things about myself and then tag six other people, but the only one Sarah didn’t tag that I know is Aya.

1- I have always thought that slash was sexier than het.

2- I have some serious love for Asia and I don’t think it’s healthy because I’ve only been in Asia for one month and I don’t really know anything about anything but I’m still obsessed with anything Asian-- including my boyfriend and my fishies Hiro and Toshi.

3- My favorite smell is the smell of onions and butter simmering on the stove. Yum.

4- I’m doubled jointed in my thumb-- I can bend it all the way backwards till it rests flush against my arm. But I can only do it on my left hand.

5- I have two little round scars on the top of my right foot from when my doctor used a hellish tool to punch two holes of skin out of my foot for a test. It was horrible, I was six and they found out that nothing was wrong with me.

6- Sometimes I feel like the only person in the world who is all okay with two dudes hooking up but still thought Brokeback Mountain was a piece of crap.

And here are some more picture from the beloved new camera.

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Sunday, April 23, 2006

Toshi and Hiro

Well, New Blue is all of five days owned and I've finally settled on a name.


Congratulations SPARK, look at what control you have over my little tiny innocent fish!

The more I thought about the name "Hiro" the more it stuck. I think it really settled in my mind when I was first watching him suck in little brine shrimp corpses and spitting out their eyes-- that just screams "Hiro". I am such a proud mama.

Friday, April 21, 2006

The newest addition to Kayt’s little created family (before consisting of Geoff-u the boyfriend, Toshi the teal and red betta, two ivies and a tiny chick cactus).

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Isn’t he a beauty? He’s a little blue veil-tailed betta. He’s very sly and likes to flare at Toshi and rest on yellow flowers. New baby doesn’t have a name yet. Suggestions welcome. I’d like to stick with something of Asian origin since he’s my very own south eastern fish, but I’m not too picky.

Check out the colors in this picture too—this new camera is so very cool.

Thursday, April 20, 2006

Wednesday, April 19, 2006

I heart me.

Ever just fall completely in love with yourself?

Yesterday, I did.

I stretched two canvases, made one panel, and totally beat Geoff at Puzzle Fighter.

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And, my beautiful man got me an early birthday gift—digital camera! Look at what I’ve taken so far.

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Saturday, April 15, 2006

Blah blah in the ass blah

My sweet beautiful hotel is located in a small kinda city. We’ve got dozens of stoplights, a little satellite campus, a bunch of strip malls, and some really, really good greasy Chinese/American food. But, as a little front desk girl at a little hotel in a little city, I like to keep tabs on the other little hotel girls and boys in the area. At least once during my shift I do call-arounds. I give a ring to each hotel, say my hi’s and how-do’s to everyone and then check up on my gossip.

Good gossip, though.

Work gossip.

“How many rooms you sell tonight? What rate are you selling? Any creepy locals hopping around? What kinds of freaks did you have to deal with? Do you accidentally call Sean at the ****** Inn John sometimes too?”

Tonight’s freak story from another hotel is sure to be a personal favorite:

Krissy: “So this chick comes down to the desk all pissed off saying that there were a bunch of guys dressed in black costumes and that they were hiding under cars in the parking lot last night. She wanted to know why we let that happen. Then she starts yelling and saying that there was also this one lady dressed up in a rat costume hiding under cars and standing in from of her room door all night just starring at her. And then guess what she did!”

Me: **snort, giggle, snort** “what?”

Krissy: “the bitch passes out in my lobby as she continues to scream about this rat lady! Oh yeah, John called,”

Me: “Sean, you mean Sean”.

Krissy: “Yeah, Sean called and said that the English ladies are back in town”.

And this is when I got a lot less giggley and just mostly scared.

The “English Ladies” are a mother daughter couple that travel from little old England—the very old part of England—a few times each year to visit family… or kidnap unsuspecting victims to make into stew. Despite the fact that some claim we’re speaking the same language, they’re impossible to understand. Every other word out of their mouths seems to be about something pornographic. Now, I’ve seen these ladies for a few days at a time on a couple of different trips spanning over the last two years, and each time I see them—at night, earlier that day, the next morning, four months later, etc—they’re always wearing the same thing! Same! It’s like somehow they’ve got English clothes and only one America outfit. But that outfit has to last them over about a two week stretch. Ew.

Last time they were in town I found myself in my little sexy baby blue kitten heels and my itty bitty skirt outside in the rain trying to heft their cow-sized luggage into their turtle-sized car. All this while listening to a 90+ English bag holler “blah blah blah in the ass blah blah fuck blah blah titties blah!” I translate this to “life with your legs, not your back.”

And I told Krissy tonight that if they come back to her, we’re sold out.

Have an insult, I hear it’s good for your heart-- like red wine and dark chocolate.

Thursday, April 13, 2006


My first 3D model:

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(due to my slacking participation in my first ever 3D modeling class)
- and please forgive the crappy quality, I'm re-sizing in Paint.

Now, it doesn’t look anything like the machinic diatom I originally intended it to—surprise, surprise—so I’ve given it a new title: “Potato That Sat in Water Too Long Time Whaaa”.

P.s. Today is my first day of non-sickness for the week. Yay.

Sunday, April 9, 2006

Somebody wants to buy my cow coat!

…and I’m sick again. Started up for the third time this last Sunday and has been stuck with me all week. I’m starting to feel like a 90 year old man on the inside-- and I sound like one on the outside too. I have old-man-with-phenumonia voice. Maybe I just need to gum on some applesauce and wear a pair of short scratchy brown slacks with black socks to make myself feel better.

P.s. I’ve also become very addicted to “Lost” and think that Sun and Jin are the cutest couple ever and that Anna needs to be kicked off the island and that Sayid needs to cut his fingernails and then everyone will live happily ever after.

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P.s.s. This is the cutest thing I've seen all day. Granted, I've been sleeping almost all day, but still-- wet kitty.