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Order From Chaos
May. 18th, 2017 04:06 pmLast week I had the dubious pleasure of getting my first ever mammogram! (yaaayyyy) And they need me to come back in. Figures.
The letter was so vaguely worded and so heavy on the "please don't panic" message that I'm honestly not sure if I need to worry or not. On the one hand, their findings were that I have dense tissue, which is pretty common in boob-having people of my age. On the other hand, the request for a diagnostic procedure was sent to my GP's office the next freaking day. I still haven't got my next appointment yet but I'll let y'all know if my tits are going to kill me. Fox says he's impressed by how well I am outwardly handling things, which I guess I am, but as I said, with the little information I have I'm kind of stuck at half-panicked half-calm. Besides, the imaging office is super close to a local sandwich chain called The Sheik (founded by displaced Middle Easterners) and they have this freaking amazing steak and onion grilled pita.
So that news kinda took the shine off New Zox Day. I managed to score a limited band called Tempest and a colorful little number called Fernweh. That second one needs a picture for you to really appreciate how spiffy it is, and "fernweh" is one of those wonderful German words with no direct translation into English, but it basically means "wanderlust." It also strongly implies the need to visit new places and see new sights, rather than visiting a familiar destination.
For the last few days I've been working seriously at getting my studio into a usable condition. I will probably work on comics and 2D art in there as well as making Shrines and miniatures, and Fox may be able to build me an angled box to draw on. Actually, I think I can convince him to help me build a light box, too, which would be handy. I'm mostly sorting through my Shrine materials right now and it's insane. I have so much ... stuff. I have entire boxes of fake flowers and seashells. One is nothing but plastic toy animals. I'm devoting an entire tote box originally designed to carry stuff like nuts and bolts to just jewelry pieces, like pendants, and ... stuff. How did I accumulate all this stuff? But there have been some fun moments when I found things I'd forgotten about, such as:
A set of glow-in-the-dark figures of Jesus, Mary, and Joseph.
A Mardi Gras dubloon from a funeral home encouraging the recipient to take out a burial policy.
A plastic frog in a bikini. With boobs. Because frogs totally have boobs.
A tiny wooden dollhouse chair.
A tiny wooden monkey necklace. The monkey has a huge boner ...
About a dozen tiny crystal cubes.
Tons of flat-backed glass marbles!
That last one is awesome because I'd been considering making a bee and butterfly water station. You take a shallow pan or the water tray for a flower pot, cover the bottom with those marbles, and then fill it with water until the marbles are not quite submerged. They are then places where insects can light and drink, and they don't fall in the water and drown. Small lizards and birds will also use it.
I'm glad I at least have my anxiety meds again. This would be unbearable otherwise. I'm still having some issues, like this afternoon I decided to Google my own name and make sure there are no arrest warrants out for me. Because anxiety does that to you. I haven't even actually done anything, I just starting getting this idea that the cops were going to come out here for me. Thanks brain. After all I do for you, this is how you repay me.
Anyway, it also occurred to me that you may not have seen any of my art yet, so have a link to my badly disorganized DA gallery!
http://ravens-roost.deviantart.com/
The letter was so vaguely worded and so heavy on the "please don't panic" message that I'm honestly not sure if I need to worry or not. On the one hand, their findings were that I have dense tissue, which is pretty common in boob-having people of my age. On the other hand, the request for a diagnostic procedure was sent to my GP's office the next freaking day. I still haven't got my next appointment yet but I'll let y'all know if my tits are going to kill me. Fox says he's impressed by how well I am outwardly handling things, which I guess I am, but as I said, with the little information I have I'm kind of stuck at half-panicked half-calm. Besides, the imaging office is super close to a local sandwich chain called The Sheik (founded by displaced Middle Easterners) and they have this freaking amazing steak and onion grilled pita.
So that news kinda took the shine off New Zox Day. I managed to score a limited band called Tempest and a colorful little number called Fernweh. That second one needs a picture for you to really appreciate how spiffy it is, and "fernweh" is one of those wonderful German words with no direct translation into English, but it basically means "wanderlust." It also strongly implies the need to visit new places and see new sights, rather than visiting a familiar destination.
For the last few days I've been working seriously at getting my studio into a usable condition. I will probably work on comics and 2D art in there as well as making Shrines and miniatures, and Fox may be able to build me an angled box to draw on. Actually, I think I can convince him to help me build a light box, too, which would be handy. I'm mostly sorting through my Shrine materials right now and it's insane. I have so much ... stuff. I have entire boxes of fake flowers and seashells. One is nothing but plastic toy animals. I'm devoting an entire tote box originally designed to carry stuff like nuts and bolts to just jewelry pieces, like pendants, and ... stuff. How did I accumulate all this stuff? But there have been some fun moments when I found things I'd forgotten about, such as:
A set of glow-in-the-dark figures of Jesus, Mary, and Joseph.
A Mardi Gras dubloon from a funeral home encouraging the recipient to take out a burial policy.
A plastic frog in a bikini. With boobs. Because frogs totally have boobs.
A tiny wooden dollhouse chair.
A tiny wooden monkey necklace. The monkey has a huge boner ...
About a dozen tiny crystal cubes.
Tons of flat-backed glass marbles!
That last one is awesome because I'd been considering making a bee and butterfly water station. You take a shallow pan or the water tray for a flower pot, cover the bottom with those marbles, and then fill it with water until the marbles are not quite submerged. They are then places where insects can light and drink, and they don't fall in the water and drown. Small lizards and birds will also use it.
I'm glad I at least have my anxiety meds again. This would be unbearable otherwise. I'm still having some issues, like this afternoon I decided to Google my own name and make sure there are no arrest warrants out for me. Because anxiety does that to you. I haven't even actually done anything, I just starting getting this idea that the cops were going to come out here for me. Thanks brain. After all I do for you, this is how you repay me.
Anyway, it also occurred to me that you may not have seen any of my art yet, so have a link to my badly disorganized DA gallery!
http://ravens-roost.deviantart.com/
