I’m sulking. NBC has decided to cancel their new television series, My Own Worst Enemy. Jeez, I mean I’d just barely forgiven them for cancelling Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip and they go and do this! Just what does NBC have against intelligent, challenging television anyway!? What are they going to replace it with? More Knight Rider, which they’ve extended to run another year!!?? (And for the record, I enjoyed the original KR series.)
I’m going to make myself some popcorn.
*sigh*
So I walk out to my van this morning, known as “Vannie” to his family, only to find the driver’s side window smashed out and the steering column cracked.
Brilliant.
To the would be thief:
I may drive a clunker, but you are the loser who couldn’t jump-start a ‘95 Chevy van.
Idiot.
ps. Thanks for the day off work.
I know I promised a continuation to my “Getting Started in Scratchboard” series today, but I was very pressed for time: I’m drafting a press release for the Glory of Horses project (more on that later), working on my panel for the project, and while paint dries - continuing my Polar Bear. I know I’m no more or less busy than any other married-mother-artist-with-a-day-job but sometimes I feel like there just aren’t enough hours in the day…
Winter Rose Hips. Photograph, 5 x 7 in. Copyright 2008, Tania Nault.
Between doing my business books, working out a budget for my upcoming group show (Regina Federation of Artists Spring Show & Sale, March 28, 29 and 30) and trying to make sense of my pay stub from the day job, my head feels like it’s about to explode. Well, it could be the math, or it could also be the horrible sinus cold I’ve been nursing for the past few days (my sister inherits my dad’s blue eyes while I get his tendancy for sinus infections, genetics, you gotta love ‘em). Either way, I feel like my left eye ball is going to pop out at any moment.
Did I mention it’s freakin’ cold out there today? -52C (-62F) with the windchill. I don’t care where you’re from, that’s cold. Well, I’m off to make myself a hot chocolate. And yes, I’m adding some Baileys to it.
Deer Track. Photograph, 5 x 7 in. Copyright 2008, Tania Nault.
I don’t normally hold much stock in theories that combine shakey mathematical equations with psychological pronouncements, particularly when yesterday wasn’t such a bad day, but… today, not so hot. The planets seemed determined to align in such a way as to prevent me from getting even the simplest task finished; case-in-point: note the time on this blog post. Combine that with the current weather and road conditions and you have a formula that practically guarantees a cranky Tania. I will be back tomorrow with something more closely resembling a proper post, but before I leave I’d like to ask one question:
Why, oh why, oh why do people in Regina drive as though they’d never seen snow or a patch of ice before in their entire lives? I mean, I’d expect this sort of behaviour from the drivers in, oh, let’s say southern Texas who were “treated” to a freak snow storm on Christmas Eve 2004. (My in-laws were down south that year and regaled us with stories of closed roads, bridges and damaged fruit and vegetable crops.) But in Regina, seriously people, take a look around you, it’s winter here for half the year!
p.s. Buy a windshield scraper, you hoser!
