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Different Direction...?

*sevgrlx — Wed, 10 Dec 2008 04:46:48 PST

THANK YOU to everyone who has +fav The Doctor's Rose. I'm still amazed at the response the portrait has gotten. :hugs:

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I'm thinking of changing my creative outlet. As you can see I haven't drawn in a VERY long time.

Why?

In a nut shell... My muses packed up and moved away.

So I've been thinking of opening another DA account, and just start from scratch, trouble is, I'm not sure what direction to go in.

Fantasy art?
Photo manipulation?
Less portrait more illustration?
web design? (which I do in real life so not sure I want to do that here)

Not photograph, there is a plethora of photographers on DA who are brilliant and don't need me to add to the mix.

I don't think anyone will comment on this, because I've been a horrible DA resident and haven't commented or sustain friends here.

I guess that's a give away as to the extent of my vacancy in my muses room... *sigh*

Whatever

cheers
jei

Rhetorical

*sevgrlx — Mon, 28 Jul 2008 05:55:11 PDT

What happens when you want off of an amusement ride going full tilt? Or when you're playing a card game and the hand (last three hands) you've been dealt suck royally and you want out? What if you want to stand up in the middle of crowded room and just yell STOP! I want to STOP!?
What happens when someone is kind to you, but in the wrong way?

*thinking*

the curse

*sevgrlx — Tue, 01 Jul 2008 12:03:16 PDT

A friend of mine told me I need to watch Penelope... then she said, "It's not the power of the curse - it's the power you give the curse."

I have a feeling this has something to do with self-image.

run away

*sevgrlx — Tue, 20 Nov 2007 12:48:27 PST

the key is to get away, as far and as fast as you can...

Member of:

Rainy Mornings

*sevgrlx — Wed, 26 Sep 2007 06:25:52 PDT

. . . .

Get your geek on. . . .

*sevgrlx — Tue, 04 Sep 2007 09:32:24 PDT

This weekend I had to sit on my hands, literally. I so wanted to be in Atlanta at Dragon Con, getting my geek on. Yes, you read it right: WANTED. TO. GET. MY. GEEK. ON.

There IÂve said it, itÂs out in the open, everyone knows.

Among the guests were Patrick Stewart (Picard, Professor X) and Jamie Bamber (Apollo- BattleStar Galactica) goodness me what is it about super smart British men, with a wicked sense of humor? Others included comic artist IÂve admire for ages. Book writers I lived for as a kid Â shout out to Peter David, you soooo rock.

This weekend was also my parentÂs 40th anniversary. Can you believe it? 40 years? Who does that now? Unfortunately, while I could have killed two birds with one stone Â celebrated my parentsÂ anni and then drive like a mad woman to AtlantaÂ I did neither.

Oh I talked to the Ârents wished them a happy anni and then did laundry and watched the Discovery Channel.

Maybe I did get my geek onÂ just in a completely different way.

This Aint a Scene. . .

*sevgrlx — Sun, 15 Jul 2007 09:11:08 PDT

Sevgrlx

Thank You... it bounced and skipped a beat.

~KEBinns took The Doctor's Rose, and colored it.
I think it's just beautiful! Thank you.

Devious Journal Entry

*sevgrlx — Mon, 18 Jun 2007 18:16:28 PDT

Hi

*sevgrlx — Mon, 21 May 2007 09:45:43 PDT

My eyes are crossed on Ruby... just finished my photoshop course over at the Javits and I'm feeling mighty fine... I doubt I will ever take a photograph again, that isn't RAW. Wow.

I like New York, but I'm ready to move on...

sev/jei

I'm coming back...

*sevgrlx — Fri, 08 Dec 2006 11:57:30 PST

It won't be a loud bang or even a harsh whisper but I'm making my way back to Deviant Art and I hope to post some new work shortly.

Not that anyone really cares anymore, I know ... Hello? Helllooo Helllloo :echoes:

There Goes the Wedding

*sevgrlx — Fri, 10 Feb 2006 06:56:28 PST

Mood: troglodytic
Listening to: Whatever comes up on the iPod
Reading: The Swarm War -Troy Denning
Watching: Battlestar Galactica (2005)

My dear friend Jen got married without me there to see it.

Im going to make a confession, a strange one granted but its the truth.
I dont hate plane rides. I love the idea of getting to a place quickly and the beauty the world holds at 10,000, 30,000 feet gliding in and out of puffy white clouds and sun light, is unmatched. Still for whatever reason, that doesnt take away the fear I have of flying.

Im terrified of it.

The trip is a relatively short one, from New York to Ft. Lauderdale (a well traveled route as the iced up New Yorkers go to thaw out in the sun and fun.)

No sooner did we land at the airport, feeling that oh so familiar humidity and tropical air did we get a call. It was my mom. Dad was in the hospital and schedule to undergo emergency open heart surgery. So with a heavy sigh and mournful look at the convertible we just rented (for that sun and fun) we began our 500 mild trek north to be with our parents.

Im relived to report that dad is fine and recovering very well. We are all relieved!
My friend got married without me there to see her and wish her well. In the end she didnt need me there ï she was just fine. My dad did need me there and I was glad to be there for him.

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Muses & Friends

Clubs

Listen up, maggots. You are not special. You are not a beautiful or unique snowflake. You're the same decaying organic matter as everything else.

- Fight Club

pep talk

*sevgrlx — Tue, 29 Nov 2005 13:00:39 PST

Mood: troglodytic
Listening to: Whatever comes up on the iPod
Reading: The Unseen Queen -Troy Denning
Watching: Riding Giants

Not much to add to this journal entry I'm just plugging along as I wait for the work day to end. I'm so sleepy I could put my head down, shut my eyes and just drift away.

Still sore from my weekend volunteer job (painted to floors at a house of worship) and it looks like I'll have a full week of just trying to catchup; laundry, the picture of Rogue that won't get done, a web site and an icon for a computer program. Not to mention that I have to start all of the above from scratch due to a bad, evil computer who dumped/erased all of my major files.

On top of everything else I've got to pep talk myself in to flying to my friends wedding in Feb. :sigh:

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Muses & Friends

Clubs

Listen up, maggots. You are not special. You are not a beautiful or unique snowflake. You're the same decaying organic matter as everything else.

- Fight Club

20 Random things

*sevgrlx — Fri, 18 Nov 2005 08:46:13 PST

Mood: troglodytic
Listening to: Whatever comes up on the iPod
Reading: The Joiner King -Troy Denning
Watching: Battlestar Galactica (2005)

Tagged for the heck of it 20 Random things about me

1)Moms Cuban, dads got a little bit o everything but mostly Irish/Norwegian.
2)My parents are Lucy and Ricky Ricardo in reverse (dads the red head).
3)I learned to play the piano (and have since forgotten) but my real love is the guitar
4)No tattoos, all though my first name is featured in a Groucho marx song about a completely tattooed lady. And if I had one it would be a Hawaiian, tribal design around my ankle
5)My (favorite) cousin and his wife can be seen making out in a rowboat in the movie Little Giants.
6)As much as I love concerts youd never know it, I hardly ever go to one. Although Ive seen Harry Connick Jr. Twice.
7)Two cast members of Roswell have the portraits I drew of them
8)I worked and learned to surf in Maui the entire summer of 00
9)I expect too much from myself and others. Im a hypochondriac and sarcastic.
10)Im a huge animal lover, especially those that need rescue.
11)Im the happiest when Im traveling, but Im afraid of planes.
12)My favorite video game will always be Zelda (any Zelda)
13)It takes a miracle for me to fancy someoneand a life time to un-fancy them.
14)My first love - Han Solo, when he told Leia, he was a nice man
15)DeBarge was my first record purchase. (dont know what I was thinking)
16)I use to love to drive but not since a Drunk driver nearly killed my mother and I
17)The most peace Ive ever felt, was sleeping on the beach in Maui
18)I adore cranberry juice
19)My iPod keeps me sane
20)Drew Struzans work has made my palms itch since I was 10. Ive always wanted to draw like him, and even surpass him. But thats a goal for another life time.
This one is too full.

~Sev

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Muses & Friends

Clubs

Geeks to be you.

*sevgrlx — Mon, 07 Nov 2005 05:34:59 PST

Mood: addlepated
Listening to: Whatever comes up on the iPod
Reading: The Joiner King -Troy Denning
Watching: Battlestar Galactica (2005)

Midtown Manhattan: BestBuy Store

For the last two weeks Ive been eyeing a couple of Notebook: laptops, trying to decide which one will fit my needs and not cause my bank account to hemorrhage - fat chance of that happening.

There I am, carefully looking over the specs of an HP that's looking rather promising when the voice of a friendly BestBuy representative says,
Can I help you with anything?

Up to this point I had successfully avoided interaction with the sales reps, but this young man caught me in a corner and feeling just a little generous I decided to ask him some question about the laptops.

First off he asks me for what I would need the computer for, to which I respond,
Ill be using it for graphic design, digital artwork, surfing, chatting and a little gaming.
His eyes light up at the word gaming. Its a look Im familiar with; one Ive seen most of my life. Its this look of amusement and awe, as if hes discovered a cool cheat on a favorite video game. Im a girl and I like computers and games, youd think in this day and age I wouldnt be an oddity

What kind of games? he asks.
I hesitate for a moment because I know whats coming next.
The Sims2 mostly, but I also have played Rogue Squadron, you know stuff like that. I also need CD/DVD read write capabilities for my Flash projects.

Okay I was showing off a little with the last remark, I dont dabble in Flash a whole lot, in fact Im still learning. It was just fun at this point to see how far I could push this.
With that he happily goes in to why this computer is better over that one and why these specs are just for show and those specs will really help me do my job. He tells me what I really need is a MAC and while I agree with him I let him know that right now thats not an option because Id have to buy my programs all over again. Enough Said.
As hes explaining to me the joys of a high powered graphics card he uses the word Frakk as in If there isnt enough RAM it will really Frakk up.
A little part of me winces as I know exactly where the origin of Frakk comes from and against my better judgment I say, Ahhh you watch a BattleStar Galactica.
To which he replies, Youre in to computers, games, comics, sci-fi, I dont suppose you are dating anyone right now?
I smile sadly and say, Im not free.
After a pause he sighs heavily, this funny young college guy and says, They never are.

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Muses & Friends

Clubs

Clubs

Listen up, maggots. You are not special. You are not a beautiful or unique snowflake. You're the same decaying organic matter as everything else.

- Fight Club

Never heard the Pixies...

*sevgrlx — Fri, 30 Sep 2005 07:20:31 PDT

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Mood: runny nose,
Listening to: Whatever comes up on the iPod
Watching: Battlestar Galactica (2005)

Want to hear something weird? I've never heard of the Pixies before. Last night was listening to a Pixies CD and nearly had a stroke when I asked who she was listening to. It's sad but true, I've never heard a Pixies song before last night, but I will admit after last night... I like the Pixies.

Meanwhile I'm dieing from allergies. I had aboslutly no sleep last night, well maybe two hours worth and I had to be to work at 7:30 this morning - which means I had to leave the house at 6:15.
That's ungodly!

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Muses & Friends

Clubs

Listen up, maggots. You are not special. You are not a beautiful or unique snowflake. You're the same decaying organic matter as everything else.

- Fight Club

I want to FLASH!

*sevgrlx — Fri, 23 Sep 2005 11:32:51 PDT

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Mood: Warm and fuzzy
Listening to: Whatever comes up on the iPod
Watching: Battlestar Galactica (2005)

I smell Milk

I wouldnt say exactly that Im having a creativity spurt but I will say that Ive got one or two ideas for illustrations, a couple of ideas for web design, a hankering to become more skilled at vector art, a few fan-art ideas, even a fic or two and last but not least I want to FLASH!
So what does one do when they have so much running around their head? How do you focus and just create, because instead of knocking anyone of my ideas out, the sheer number is overwhelming me and I do nothing. Instead I take photos of my kitten because its fast, easy and has the whole instant gratification factor going on. Plus hes my little muse, he makes me laugh.

OH! And I want to make over my icon and DevID....any suggestions...any?

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Muses & Friends

Clubs

Listen up, maggots. You are not special. You are not a beautiful or unique snowflake. You're the same decaying organic matter as everything else.

- Fight Club

How too? & A New Muse

*sevgrlx — Fri, 02 Sep 2005 10:37:36 PDT

Yes. I support &

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Mood: Warm and fuzzy
Reading: Scaramouche
Watching: FireFly

Ive been scouring the country side (read: internet) for tutorials on lessons in vector art, searching through the web sites of fellow Deviants for insights on how they create their art. What Im finding is that, Im not finding anything at all. Im just as clueless about this stuff as Ive always been. How do they shade like that? How do they create such detail? Do you use Photoshop, Illustrator or freehand?
Some masters are generous and forthcoming with their tricks, others not so much. I want to branch out in what I do, but Im becoming just a tad frustrated.

Meanwhile New Orleans is in a bit old mess isnt it? Gambit would not approve.

I would like to introduce to those of you who read, comment and lurk at my journal...

This is my new muse

Name: Blue (male)
Age: 4 wks
Found: Thrown away, needed a home
Loves: Kitty milk, fingers, and sleeping with me
Not sure of: the litter box, feet and high places

(he's got the same look as the guy on the 40 year old virgin posters)

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Muses & Friends

Clubs

Everything here is eatable. I'm eatable, but that my children is called cannibalism and it is frowned upon in most societies.
- Willy Wonka

Smart is Sexy & Bollywood

*sevgrlx — Thu, 18 Aug 2005 13:22:22 PDT

Yes. I support &

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Mood: cobalt
Listening to: Tortura - Alejandro Sanz / Shakira
Reading: Scaramouche
Watching: Hitch

It's funny how there are a very limited amount of stories in this life, each story is just retold, facts rearranged, settings changed, content updated but never the less it's just the same old; life and death, boy meets girl, end of the world, one lone savior, murder mystery, comedy of errors, story. So it should have been no surprise when the latest BattleStar Galactica episode revealed that "Starbuck" is "special" indicating that perhaps she's a "chosen one" and what that might mean for her future romance with Apollo name sake of the arrow she was sent to get.

So far the show has been smartly written and it's been like reading a really good mystery, trying to put the pieces together before it can be revealed. It's just that I felt a little let down when they said she was "special". I suddenly got the "been there, done that" feeling.

I think that's why I liked Farscape so much, it didn't go with the odvious and John Crichton wasn't the "savior" he was just this guy with knowlege in his head tha someone else put there. He wanted it gone, he didn't want to be the hero and he certainly didn't want to be special. He was just smart on his own, and some how that's sexy.

Meanwhile I'm seriously on a Indian (India) culture kick. I've been trying to find some reference material for their artistic style but as yet It's been hard to find. I don't think I'm using the right search engine words. Also, DA's search is still offline so no help there.

any suggestions?

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Muses & Friends

Clubs

Everything here is eatable. I'm eatable, but that my children is called cannibalism and it is frowned upon in most societies.
- Willy Wonka

Oh for the love of... Pink?!?!?!?!

*sevgrlx — Sat, 06 Aug 2005 08:44:30 PDT

Yes. I support &

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FYI : A girlie girl trying to be One of the guys will always give herself away with anything accessorized in Pink. (Especially when there are multiple pink accessories)

While the next chapter of Days of Our Lives unfolds in my little part of New York, I sit here on my trust computer (Anakin) trying to update, retool, and redesign various web sites and communities Im somewhat involved with. Its given me time to ponder

NOT REALLY A SAFE THING FOR MOI

I realized I have this desire of work, one of which I havent had in a long, long, long, long time. I want to become an illustrator, i.e. movie poster designer, book cover designer, etc. My work here on DA has really just been about portraits and while that is my most enjoyed artistic pastime. Id really like to be an illustrator but I need more skill,
time and practice. All of which are extremely hard to find. Its just that I think freelancing in this area will help support myself and the volunteer work I take part in.

The questions I have to ask myself is:
Should I just do it? Is it really worth it? and Can I do it in the first place?

I guess I really need to ponder and meditate on this.

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Muses & Friends

Clubs

Everything here is eatable. I'm eatable, but that my children is called cannibalism and it is frowned upon in most societies.
- Willy Wonka

Fresh Fruit

*sevgrlx — Wed, 20 Jul 2005 08:44:47 PDT

Mood: observing
Listening to: Ballroom Bash - Meatloaf
Reading: The Time Traverler's Wife
Watching: Charlie and the Chocolate Factory

I just traded one of my first vector arts (Summer Breezes) to a friend of mine who owns her own jewlery making business. I let her use the art and she's paid me in a necklace that I had admired. Even though money didn't change hands, does that count as a paid gig?

At any rate I'm very happy about it and hope to continue to do more. I've just submited a new photograph because my portrait is taking a long time to complete. It's just I've been sidetracked with a few other pieces I'm working on.

Photography isn't my medium it's just a muse.

Everything here is eatable. I'm eatable, but that my children is called cannibalism and it is frowned upon in most societies.
- Willy Wonka

Whatsamattayou?

*sevgrlx — Wed, 15 Jun 2005 18:46:02 PDT

Mood: observing
Listening to: Strange Love Addiction - Supreme Beings of Leisure
Reading: Jungle Book
Watching: Farscape season 4

As I mentioned before my latest thing is taking pictures of New York, city life, people in city life. Tons and tons of pictures later, my palms are finally starting to itch again. No, it's not from straphanging on the subway! It's that kinda itch that tells me I need to draw. So I have.

I can't tell you what a relief it's been to want, need, enjoy picking up the pencil again and just drawing a portrait. One draw back (pardon the pun) is that it's taken me over a week to layout and begin shading. My goal is to post it by Sunday evening.

I'm in the mood for love. - Alfalfa

New Musings

*sevgrlx — Wed, 01 Jun 2005 16:56:02 PDT

Mood: observing
Listening to: Strange Love Addiction - Supreme Beings of Leisure
Reading: About A Boy
Watching: Farscape season 3

The soul is willing but the heart is weak

I finally realized what a friend of mine has been trying to tell me when she says
Im not a photographer.
Since Im a person who secretly and not so secretly revels in logic and the placement of all things in those respective little boxes labeled appropriately, this statement always had me somewhat annoyed. She took pictures, therefore in the grand order of things she was indeed a photographer. It was a simple as that.
Now that the light has dawned I can better appreciate what shes been trying to tell me. Just as she is not a photographer, because it does not define who she is. Just as calling myself an artist is not who I am, in fact Im really not an artist of any kind. What I enjoy is putting pencil to paper and creating something for my amusement. Im not trying to change the world; Im not trying to show you whats in my head or what emotion is ruling me at that moment.

Believe it or not since this epiphany has unfolded life has been a whole lot cheerier.
No longer are expectations and preconceived ideas of what-must-be-but-isnt in order to call ones self an artist making miserable bedfellows. To say I simply dont care anymore is far more calloused sounding than is intended. Instead it has freed me up in a weird sort of way. For now Ive moved out of pencil and paper, although I promise not for good, Im working on some projects, its just taking longer as Im spending more time on the thought process and exactly how Ill accomplish them. In the mean time my sisters Digital Rebel and New York City have given me a great opportunity to refresh my muse.

I hope those that watch me will take excuse my lack of drawing for the moment, (just for the moment and Ill be back to that shortly) and just enjoy my photos in the mean time.

Truly,
Sev

Kid on Bus: What are you gonna do today, Napoleon?
Napoleon Dynamite: Whatever I feel like I wanna do. Gosh!

- Napoleon Dynamite

Disgruntled chimney sweep children, princess girls

*sevgrlx — Tue, 19 Apr 2005 07:45:52 PDT

(I can come up with journal titles that amuse me its the body content that eludes me.)

Mood: crafty
Listening to: Beastie Boys
Reading: Voices of the rocks
Watching: Farscape, Farscape, Farscape

Recently our landlords decided to remove the ancient remnants of their basement chimney. Much to the dismay of both my sister and I, there is now a fine layers of black everywhere. Even after days of cleaning, scrubbing and re-cleaning and scrubbing there is still a feeling of grim everywhere. Not to mention that every time I blow my nose Im reminded of all those fond memories of London.

As for the rest of my title, well perhaps it would be more appropriate for a short story than a journal entry. Perhaps one day Ill get the courage to write it all down, but as you can see my story and writing skills need improvement.

Of course any of that has to wait till after I take my insurance exam tomorrow. I feel guilty telling any of you all this: Heck! I feel guilty taking the test. As if some how Im being unfaithful to my first love. Im taking the New York state exam to become a health insurance broker. The reason - because this line of work will give me more freedom to pursue my art again, as well as the volunteer work that I do. Its a make your own hours sort of thing and since I was so completely burnt out by my last job I figure Id so something so completely non-creative that it would allow me to have fun with my creativity on my own; no pressure to reach a deadline nobody breathing down my neck because theyve screwed something up and are taking it out on me.
On that note Im going to end this journal here and go back to studying.

Beam me up!

Lady Marian Fitzswalter: Why, you speak treason!
Sir Robin of Locksley: Fluently.

- Adventures of Robin Hood (1938)

Devious Journal Entry

*sevgrlx — Tue, 09 Nov 2004 11:46:29 PST

Mood: Mazed
Listening to: Legion of Boom
Reading: Can't decide
Watching: Farscape, Farscape, Farscape

Im feeling just a bit devilish, like I want to go cause havoc somewhere. Set someones jaw to drop to the floor, or make them laugh hysterically, better yet I could combine the two Yet there is this whole other side that is feeling sloppy and unattractive, who just wants to curl-up on the couch and watch an endless stream of Farscape with an endless supply of Café con Leche and Flake bars.

So far the latter side is winning out.

Burnt, battered, busted, ding-dong the pod is dead.'

Crichton

The Rant

*sevgrlx — Tue, 12 Oct 2004 08:34:05 PDT

Mood: You're kidding right
Listening to: More Human than Human
Reading: Webster's Dictionary
Watching: Farscape

1. Always stay in control of the ball

2. People (especially loved ones) will change, sometimes for the good, sometimes for the bad. BUT you'll rarely be able to tell them so. AND maybe you'll still be friends, if you do tell them

3. Male pigs are the worst, especially when they're human

4. Color is not our enemy

5. Seeing the glass half empty stinks

6. 72 year old bosses are hard to keep up with

7. Drilling metal screws in to steel with a sheet rock - screw gun is an art form

8. Coaxing your friend to invite her 'interest' to a party, ironic

9. Stepping in a glue-mousetrap, not fun

10. 15 cent text messages, a pain

11. It could all be so much worse than it is

Devious Journal Entry

*sevgrlx — Fri, 01 Oct 2004 11:19:57 PDT

Mood: A little vague
Reading: The Theif Lord
Watching: Blue Crush

I have to confess that I miss him. His soft ears, his brown eyes, his smile, his presence, his noises and that unruly hair of his. Everything reminds me of him

Devious Journal Entry

*sevgrlx — Mon, 13 Sep 2004 11:31:33 PDT

The two wrapers from the Dove's Dark Promises reads:

"The further out of reach, the strong the temptation."
"Choclate is the language of love"

Mood: Biomorphic
Reading: The Theif Lord
Watching: MP: and the Holy Grail

The last couple of days, Ive turned in to a serious chocolate, fiend. To top it off my co-worker has become my supplier giving me to large bags of the stuff and promise "There is more where that came from."

Listen, strange women lyin' in ponds distributin' swords is no basis for a system of government. Supreme executive power derives from a mandate from the masses, not from some farcical aquatic ceremony.
~ Dennis - Search for the Holy Grail

Tower of Terror

*sevgrlx — Fri, 03 Sep 2004 07:24:46 PDT

Mood: Satisfied
Listening to: The Matrix Soundtrack
Reading: The Theif Lord
Watching: The Philidelphia Story

My life flashed before my eyes!

Okay not really but for a moment I truly had a flash back to the Tower of Terror ride in Disney World.
Yesterday while running an errand to the 14th floor of an office building in New York, the elevator began to free fall, it only went down a floor maybe two and then the emergency brake activated. There were two other women in the lift with me and one scream (not me). Me? I was too busy fiddling with my music player to notice, until the elevator doors opened up and there was nothing but cement brick wall facing us. Then the elevator started to bounce and I thought for sure, the cable would snap but just as quickly as it started the doors closed and the elevator went to the next floor as if nothing happened.

This my friends has always been a fear of mine falling. I freak at take off when flying and dont even get me started on the joys of California hill driving!

So I staggered in to the office I was originally headed for and explained what had just happened. The lady at the front desk called the management to notify them.
When I got back to the lobby floor the attendant looks sheepishly at me and said he was sorry about the elevator and that he was going to close that particular one for inspection. I was rather shaken up, more so than I though because, well Im here writing about in a journal.

The upside when I got back to my office there were Oreo cookies waiting for me.

WeekThree & The Rajin Cajun

*sevgrlx — Wed, 01 Sep 2004 10:58:08 PDT

Mood: Violently Happy
Listening to: Kitten Moon - Fluke
Reading: Perspective for Comic book artists
Watching: The Philidelphia Story

Im going in to my third week on the job and its been fun, nothing exciting, but still its been fun. Next week will be the big time; my boss (who has been on vacation since I started) will be back in town. Instead of daily phone calls well have to deal with each other face to face. I keep rechecking everything Ive done just to make sure I havent let anything slip through the cracks. So far, my bases are covered but you never know. Still Im happily optimistic since this job fits in with my world domination ambitions .

Meanwhile, behind the scenes Im doing a little dance of joy. Gambit issue #1 is out at your local comic bookstore today. Im so happy the Ragin Cajun is back in action under his own title and since Ive already picked up my copy I can say that its a very entertaining read. Makes me want to run down to good ole N'awlins.

Now I'm off to find some chocolate.

The elusive muse

*sevgrlx — Mon, 23 Aug 2004 19:32:11 PDT

Mood: Violently Happy
Listening to: Kitten Moon - Fluke
Reading: Perspective for Comic book artists
Watching: The Philidelphia Story

Finally, I've landed a job and my head is all a whirl.
I realized today that it's been a very long time since I've added any new work, reason being I haven't done any new work. I'm not sure what's going to inspire me, to motivate onward... but I'm still searching for that elusive muse.

Fortune Cookie Say

*sevgrlx — Thu, 05 Aug 2004 15:21:20 PDT

"Your mentality is alert, practical and analytical."

Now I ask you, what the heck kind of fortune is that? That is not a fortune that is a statement You can't even add the "in bed" to the end of it. It's just wrong and I intend to write a stern letter to the fortune cookie paper makers a.s.a.p !

Fortune Cookie Say

*sevgrlx — Thu, 05 Aug 2004 15:20:48 PDT

got to get back...

*sevgrlx — Tue, 13 Jul 2004 15:54:12 PDT

I've been out of the big apple for almost a month now and the itch to get back has become a full fledged scratch.

This trip back home hasn't been without it's benefits though I finally made good on a friendship that went sour, we actually held a few civil words to each other and left it at a pleasent, "Have a nice life".

so all is well.

Losing Little Girl

*sevgrlx — Fri, 02 Jul 2004 07:17:51 PDT

We met at the front door of an Illinois, farmhouse one spring afternoon two years ago.
She was a tiny thing just barely bigger than my hand. Right away I knew she was the best sort of girl, cheerful, pleasant and full of playful energy. When I picked her up she rested in my arms purring happily as she kneaded my arm. Simply put, it was love.

A little farm girl shed left her large family to come and live with us in a nice sized house and an older adopted brother. At first we were worried how shed react to this bigger, burly boy and carefully we introduced the two. Right away her new brother laid down the law, setting her straight as to who was boss and the little girl took it in stride, content to let the bossy boy have his way.
At first the rest of the family wasnt sure if wed done the right thing by bringing her home. Had we left her in Illinois she would have grown up in the great outdoors with her brothers and sisters, (having litter after litter like her mom). Still I couldnt believe that wed done wrong and became rather mad when anyone else suggested it. I felt that I had made a commitment to this little orange ball of fuzz, she was a part of my family now and that wouldnt change.

We named her Scribble, but called her Little Girl. Her favorite toys were the mice, carrying them around the house and setting them in rows as if they were her little dolls. Everything about Little Girl was girlie, from her pink nose to her dainty little pads on her paws, she even swayed like girl when she walked.

She would wake me up in the morning with a happy little chirp, walking across my bed till she reached my head. If my hair or the covers concealed my face, she would gently take her paw and move them aside presenting her forehead so that I would kiss it once, just once and then shed lick my chin and bounce off the bed waiting to be fed. It was our little morning ritual.

Seven months ago I had to move away. Id left her with my parents to take care of along with her older brother and her favorite dog. It was only to be for a short time, just so I could get settled in the new place and find a place that would let me have animals. While I was gone things became rough for her as her older brother became aggressive toward her and chased her away. She took up living with the family directly in back of us.
Theyd always liked her and joked of taking her for their own.

According to their neighbor Little Girl has been a help to that families ill daughter.
So now Im the bad-guy the horrible person who wants her cat back. The family is terrified Im going to take her away. And so a strange custody battle has been taking place for the last few months. How do you deal with that? I didnt want to let her go in the first place.

Shes now an outdoor cat as that family wont allow her in the house and Little Girl wont come back home. That part distresses me the most, I didnt want her to be an outdoor cat. People are often mean towards cats and to see her hurt or her little body splashed across the road breaks my heart. Maybe I would deal with this better if she wasnt an outdoor cat? Maybe if Id have liked that family a little more?

I saw her yesterday, went over and played with her; she did all of the old things she use to. Greeted me with a chirp, bouncing over from the tall grass to say hello, much like how we met.

I miss my Little Girl.

Coming off the high

*sevgrlx — Wed, 09 Jun 2004 12:29:57 PDT

Mood: Wanderlust
Listening to: Kitten Moon - Fluke
Reading: Captin Blood
Watching: Shrek 2

1. Family reunion in SoCal

2. Seeing old friends and meeting new ones

3. Eating Authentic Mexican food

4. Two finger touching Leopard Sharks & Manta rays

5. An evening in Santa Monica with your cousin's psychotic girlfriend

Priceless

Insomnia

*sevgrlx — Sun, 16 May 2004 22:33:48 PDT

Listening to: Along The Watchtower - Jimmy Hendrix
Reading: Captin Blood
Watching: Girl With the Pearl Earing

The white noise isnt helping. Its hot and cold all at the same time, my mind is racing a mile a minute, my heart is pounding, its passed 1:30 and I have to get up early

...I toss and turn without cease...I can't get no sleep
I need to sleep, I can't get no sleep

- Insomnia, Faithless

Devious Journal Entry

*sevgrlx — Mon, 10 May 2004 06:53:54 PDT

Watching: Les Triplettes de Belleville

After a time you may find, that having is not so pleasing a thing after all, as wanting. - Spock

The Return of Temp Hell

*sevgrlx — Wed, 28 Apr 2004 10:51:37 PDT

Mood: Mighty Fine
Reading: Auntie Mame by Patrick Dennis
Watching: Master & Commander

Romantic movies... Yeah I own my fair share of them. Ever After, Kate & Leopold, Princess Bride, Star Wars.... But what I want to know is, is why????

Now wait, I've always been a romantic at heart, snappy banter/love hate have always been my most favorite*, but lately ...prolly with the last year. I don't want to see or hear about anything "romantic".

The other night a friend of mine and I decided to go to the movies. I wanted to see that new movie Connie & Carla. None of the movies I *really* want to see are out yet and I'm waiting for another friend to go see 13 Going On 30. The only thing is, my friend didn't want to see the movie - okay that's fine, but she wanted to see The Prince & Me.

I complained that I didn't want to see any stupid sappy romance movie, plus it's gotten horrid reviews. So she proceeds to tell me how crits are often wrong in their reviews. Now if you were to see her movie collection, it's filled with BBC, Master Piece theater and forgeign flicks like Babette's Feast. Now I like forgeign movies I do, just not in mass doses.

Well anyway, I think we're both a little miffed at each other for not embrassing the other's ideals. She's told me that "romantic" movies are really her only cup of tea. I mean dude! Her favorite movie is "What A Girl Wants" and while I think it's a cute movie and yes I do own it.
COME ON!

So anyway hopefully a good movie will come up soon so I can repair that part of my friendship with this person

*See Beatrice & Benedick - Much Ado About Nothing

Temp Hell

I haven't written about my temping experiences lately, because there just hasn't been any new happenings. There still isn't any, but at the moment I'm temping on the 59th flr of an office building.

Oh it's high tech and the people all around are nice. Still it's a bit daunting to climb into an elevator that rocks and bounces as it pulls you upward and top speed. That's nothing to say about going down which is equally fast and bouncy but this time we add in ear preasure. One must be sure to yawn wide enough to show off your fillings to the rest of the elevator-ridding-crowd.

At the moment it's just a matter of waiting. This company is new and it's growing so fast but they call in a temp to do 10 minutes of work and then, said temp gets to hang out and wait

Capt. Jack Aubrey: Name a shrub after me. Something prickly and hard to eradicate. - Master and Commander : The Far Side of the World

a quick getaway...

*sevgrlx — Wed, 07 Apr 2004 11:21:02 PDT

Listening to: Who's afraid of the Art of Noise? - Art of Noise

Its funny how little things can set off a memory, invoke a mood, take you back somewhere in time. An open window, an endless supply of sunshine, blue sky and gentle breeze, the city sounds lifting through the air as you sit beside it and let it take you somewhere far, far away.

Lorelei Lee: Excuse me, but what is the way to Europe, France?
Dorothy Shaw: Honey, France is IN Europe.
Lorelei Lee: Well who said it wasn't?
Dorothy Shaw: Well... you wouldn't say you wanted to go to North America, Mexico.
Lorelei Lee: If that's where I wanted to go, I would. - Gentlemen Prefer Blondes

The he-man woman haters club

*sevgrlx — Thu, 01 Apr 2004 11:29:30 PST

Listening to: Soul Session - Joss Stone

Disgruntled, there was no other word for it.
This morning as I trudged through the 53rd & Lexington station I heard a man talking loudly.
At first it sound like any other conversation you might hear bits and pieces of as you walk through life.
Words like: Bank, Women, Safer, divorce filtered in through the hallway.
As I waited for my turn to step on to the escalator this man became louder, his voice more fervent, preaching his gospel.

The gospel of women-hating that is.

Who should you give your money to, a woman or the bank? He asked. Banks! Banks are safer. Man and woman shall not live together. Its called divorce!

I can hear him loud and clear as I glide upwards, his voice is so animated I thought perhaps he might be testing out some new material for his standup act.

Woman are the root of all evil, so root them out! Women who needs'em? The world would be a better place without them! Look at me!, I was driven crazy by a woman!"

I can feel the laugher just bubbling forth and before I can open my mouth a fellow trudger leans over - she's a young pretty,Hispanic, woman, nicely dressed - and says That guy must have really had something bad happen to him, hes here every morning saying bad things about women.

In closing...to that he-man woman hater on 53rd and Lex... Dude, this bud is for you!

Bloomin heck!

wasnt even 8:30 yet

*sevgrlx — Tue, 30 Mar 2004 06:54:38 PST

Listening to: Are you gonna be my girl? - Jet
Watching: Together - Yun Tang

You know those mornings when you wake up and you know you probably shouldnt step out of the front door not only for your safety but for the safety of ever other human on the planet?

Today is one of those days for me. So far Ive managed to make coffee without the plastic cone that holds the filter. Ive dropped a carton of eggs (only lost one egg). The Bagel I was toasting broke apart in the toaster and I had to unplug the darn thing to get the parts out. At this point it wasnt even 8:30 yet.

Jason Nesmith: You know, what I could really use here is a cup holder and some Advil. - Galaxy Quest

embarrass yourself

*sevgrlx — Mon, 29 Mar 2004 06:41:24 PST

So this last week I seriously embarrassed myself in front of a few of my best friends.
This is the problem with not thinking before you speak. Youd think at my age I would have learned by now not to do something like that, but I did and I do. Now you might be saying,
Who better to embarrass yourself in front of than your good friends?
You could be right I suppose but its killing me that I might have mad them all mad or disappointed in me. So right now I just want to crawl in a hole.

Im sorry guys!

Rob Geller: Wow, that was just like "Carrie"! I thought she was gonna kill us all. - Never Been Kissed.

Cube-dweller

*sevgrlx — Fri, 26 Mar 2004 08:37:58 PST

I don't know why I'm posting this, it's just a short thing I wrote about a year ago. Thanks Mia

Listening to: Are You Gonna Be My Girl? - Jet

Its another day at the office, Gwen typed away at an email, and Im sitting in my eight by eight cubicle, huddled as close to my space heater as I can, hoping against hope that nothing on my person will suddenly burst into flame. Once again glancing up at my calendar I try hard to believe its July 8th. At least I know its only a half lie. Outside in the sun and blue sky it is July. In here its at least the middle of January.
The thermostat is trying to trick me. It swears up and down its 75 degrees, but I know better. It was well known the contraption was broken it only read 75 degrees but in actuality it was 51 degrees, 54 tops. To add insult to injury each cubicle had its very own vent over head. Cold blasts of air swoop in and set my teeth to chattering. The girl in the cubicle behind me has resorted to brining in a quilt and sits there wrapped in the colorful fabric with only the tips of her fingers peaking out and tapping furious away at her keyboard.
Every so often a blue-faced co-worker stands in front of the thermostat, teeth chattering louder than mine and the same question is always whispered.
Are they keeping polar bears somewhere in the building?
No, Gwen answers. But I think were in some secret H.R. experiment - physical endurance of the average Cube-dweller. Were being cryogenically frozen, the hard way.
Gwen stops the email for a moment feeling that familiar tinge of boredom creep over her consciousness, making her eyes glaze over.

The phone rings, a truly unwelcome sound, caller ID at least is a blessing. It rings no more than three times before she looks over to see who has the nerve to break her staring contest.
So far the monitor hasnt blinked yet and she wants to even the score.
6000-2 A smile crosses her face as she picks up the headset and the familiar noise of busy city life nearly drowns out the cheery voice on the other end.
Whats happening chic?
Not much. How goes it in the urban landscape?
She can barely hear Mias voice as the sirens of a police car threaten to make her deaf.
Didnt hear you, repeat?
Just stepped out for some coffee.
Thats cool.
So did you get my mail?
Gwen smiles to herself. Sure did and Im just a little shocked, Gwen says hopping to and gets a roaring laugh from Mia.
Okay there is one thing I have to know. How on earth did you know my point of contention was an XY chromosome?
Because my dear Mia, whenever a woman talks about not wanting to deal with emotion or wishing she were incapable of emotion it means shes talking about a guy.
If your goldfish had just died youd have come out straight and told me saying Im so sad my goldfish just died. Or my boss is a lunatic. Never do you equate those types of things with not wanting to feel emotion. So by deduction, and classic female behavior, an XY could be the only cause of your sudden need to turn Vulcan.
Yeah yeah, whatever, Mia says slightly disgruntled.

There is a comfortable pause as Gwen waits for Mia to continue, when she doesnt Gwen asks. So you gonna tell me?
No.
Why not?
Because I dont like you anymore.
So what time are you going to be online tonight?
9:30 or so.
Okay, Ill instant message you.
See yah.

I want my two dollars! - Better off Dead

AFK

*sevgrlx — Fri, 12 Mar 2004 06:32:52 PST

Going in to Lurk mode for a little while.

GAMBIT: Thirty miles per hour, chile' -- you did see that sign said thirty miles per hour, didn't you?

ROGUE: Stop pretendin' mah drivin' scares you, Remy!

From: X-Men Unlimited #3

Travel anywhere?

*sevgrlx — Wed, 10 Mar 2004 05:57:13 PST

One week of beauty and sunshine, a preview of the spring to come, this week, were back to dark, rainy, and cold. The weird thing is, Im not really disturbed by it. At this point its all par for the course.

Listening to: arrrggghhh!!!! - by me
Reading: Fever Pitch, Neuromancer

London Calling.
A friend of mine says to me in a low voice as she leans toward my direction.
I turn back to look at her and for a moment Im confused as to why shes quoting The Clash.
Her eyebrow rises just a little higher; her head tilts just a bit more.
London Calling, she repeats.
I stare at her blankly, since my thought process at the moment is somewhere orbiting the moon it takes a few more seconds to click in. Then I realize shes not making a reference to a 70s/80s punk bands ode to anti-establishment, shes talking about the actual city. Shes never been to England and its always been her dream to go.
Im very tempted to say, Sure! Lets go.
After all who am I to turn down an opportunity to travel anywhere? Yet, the throbbing in my head, is longing for a nice, quiet, beach, warm sun and sleep.

Blizzardbeff, youre the best babe! Thank you for your sah-port!

Bridget Jones: It is a truth universally acknowledged that when one part of your life starts going okay, another falls spectacularly to pieces.

Another one bites the dust

*sevgrlx — Mon, 08 Mar 2004 06:03:21 PST

Listening to: Another one bites the dust - Queen
Reading: Fever Pitch, Neuromancer

Well so much for the job I thought Id have till April.

In a rousing display of unprofessional behavior the new Director at the school decided to inquire as to what exactly my status as a temp with the school was. The office manager took that as a bad sign and decided to as the temp agency for a new temp. No questions no comments, no nothing. Im still not sure what it was that I did wrong.
The other two bosses to whom I was assigned to work with seemed completely flabbergasted that this happened, that she did this. One of them kept repeating, Im so sorry. Why did she do that? Then the Director comes to me and says I didnt know the office manager was going to do that, I thought shed talk to you first. That is not the way I conduct business.
So at that point Im thinking, well if this is a mistake then undo it. Of course she didnt undo anything.

So Im back at home unemployed and searching again.

I hear Virgin Atlantic is hiring, maybe Ill go there.

Neo: You were right Smith. You're always right. It was inevitable.

The D train & Temp Hell

*sevgrlx — Mon, 01 Mar 2004 08:13:11 PST

Listening to: Beached - Orbital
Reading: Fever Pitch, Neuromancer

It's been a week now since the new transit change was made and frankly I'd like to know why they lied to me? They said by changing the W to the D my commute would be faster. They lied.
( FYI MTA - NO one gets off at Bleeker street or Grand for that matter.)
The morning commute is now ten minutes longer and I get to stand for the whole 60-minute ride. Yay!

Of course standing may not always be such a bad thing, the last time I did catch a break and sat down, it was an 'end' seat in a crowded car. That in of itself isn't a bad thing just that since it was crowded and everyone was packed in tight this guy stood to my side, his crotch shoulder level with me and he kept leaning forward. It seemed like the more I tried to lean away the more he'd lean forward, at one point I nearly jumped out of my seat when is upper thigh touched my shoulder.
"Hey!" I barked at him.
He just grinned like a halfwit. By the end of the ride I was sitting at an angle with my head buried in a book and raced out of the car when my stop finally came.

The most important gripe I have about my extended commute is that I no longer get to grab coffee. There are no coffee shops anywhere near my commute points. If I have to stand for ten minutes more every morning, I should be able to get coffee.

On the flip side of things, this weekend was beautiful! Clear skies warm temperatures and it promises to be a full week of wonderful weather. Now if only it will stay like this till July

Temp Hell
Mean while I found out on Friday, that I will be at the school until April! Oh and they're planning on upgrading my computer soon. So for the moment, temp hell is just temp purgatory.

Merkin: I'm just a little tense. This whole office is not Feng Shui. All the desks are facing evil. - Never Been Kissed

The empty frame & Temp Hell

*sevgrlx — Sun, 22 Feb 2004 15:42:42 PST

Mood: :O_o:
Listening to: Beached - Orbital
Reading: Neuromancer
Watching: A Room With A View

I have a frame, a lovely red-wood painted frame. Its been sitting in my room as a decoration for quite awhile now, with no picture inside it. Every other frame has a picture, a photograph of friends, family and far off places, every one except this one frame. There have been numerous photos that have tried to fill the space, but none have lasted, for some reason I like it better empty. Im often asked why I have this frame, and why it is empty and I always shrug and say, Its waiting for the right photograph.

Temp Hell: 101

Temp work is sorta like dating, (or so Im told) you find out really quick what you want and dont want out of it. This last week my tour of duty has been at a major Art School here in New York City, problem is the so called school of technology and the arts is still stuck in the last century. The admin office is fully equipped with state of the art computers and fax machine circa 1989. The phone with which Im to answer calls for two of the higher-ups cuts out in mid-conversation. I can hear the caller but the caller can not hear me. My computer will only run Netscape 4.0, so basically surfing the net (which Im allowed to do on company time) is non-existent. Its a marvelous miracle that I can access DA on this puppy. The saving grace is that the people are nice and its close to a subway station. This week, my job is to learn how to do a mail merge so that I can apply for the position Im in as soon as they make the official announcement that the position is open. Im actually thinking of trying to apply for it and so Im questioning my sanity at the same time.

Merkin: I'm just a little tense. This whole office is not Feng Shui. All the desks are facing evil. - Never Been Kissed

Devious Journal Entry

*sevgrlx — Wed, 18 Feb 2004 07:20:33 PST

Listening to: Just a Gigolo - David Lee Roth
Reading: Neuromancer
Watching: A Room With A View

So I'm riding on the subway trying not to fall asleep as I listen to the drone and screech of the cars moving down the tracks. I notice a dirty old man blowing his nose and using the snot to pain a masterpiece of the side of the car wall. At certain moments he inspects his "treasure" and I'm almost sure he's going to taste it, but no he continues to draw.

Chunk: Mikey, Mikey, this ain't the kind of place you want to go to the bathroom in.
Mama Fratelli: Why not?
Chunk: Because they might have daddy longlegs and um... dead things, Mikey. DEAD
THINGS!

Devious Journal Entry

*sevgrlx — Wed, 18 Feb 2004 06:58:14 PST

Listening to: Just a Gigolo - David Lee Roth
Reading: Neuromancer
Watching: Under the Tuscan Sun

So I'm riding on the subway trying not to fall asleep as I listen to the drone and screech of the cars moving down the tracks. I notice a dirty old man blowing his nose and using the snot to pain a masterpiece of the side of the car wall. At certain moments he inspects his "treasure" and I'm almost sure he's going to taste it, but no he continues to draw.

Chunk: Mikey, Mikey, this ain't the kind of place you want to go to the bathroom in.
Mama Fratelli: Why not?
Chunk: Because they might have daddy longlegs and um... dead things, Mikey. DEAD
THINGS!

Too illustrative

*sevgrlx — Wed, 11 Feb 2004 19:48:35 PST

Listening to: O le le - Ozomatli
Reading: Neuromancer
Watching: Under the Tuscan Sun

Ugh, Ive got a monster headache right now. I just got back from my graphic design class and all didnt go as well as Id hoped. My teacher informed me that Im too illustrative, I need to pair down and make things simpler draw with text and negative space not illustration. So back to the drawing board for me and learn how to deal with text and negative space.

Meanwhile, life in the big city is never dull. From the man who plays Danny Boy with kilt and bagpipe at Union Square or the dude with the guitar who rides the W from Canal to Union and doesnt seem to realize he cant play or sing, (but gosh darn it, he does have heart.) To the harried train conductor on the F line whose station calls sounds as if he has hemorrhoids and keeps trying to sit down while announcing the stops. Nope, life is never dull. I cant believe how much Im enjoying that.

Mr. Knightley: Emma, you didn't ask me to contribute a riddle.
Emma: Your entire personality is a riddle, Mr. Knightley. I thought you overqualified. - Emma (1996)

Dropping

*sevgrlx — Tue, 03 Feb 2004 13:17:12 PST

Mood: Completely Bugging
Listening to: Top O The Morning
Reading: Neuromancer
Watching: Lagaan

Okay here we go life in the fast lane. Oy! Yesterday while on my way to the post office I tripped on some ice and while I didnt hit the ground my expensive little phone that never did anything cool bounced off the pavement and landed squarely in the snow, missing a pile of dog poo by a few centimeters. Needless to say the poor phone was history and so I had to go get a new one.
While at the cellular phone store the nice young man was helping me to review my options as to what phone I should get next and what phone I was entitled to with what discount my service would give me. A woman, a very tall, very skinny, very fried hair, woman comes up in back of me hands the young man a piece of paper and promptly tells him shed like to pay her phone bill, she has a car waiting. He just looks at her and says Im helping this customer. The line is over there.
Yes there is a line and another people are waiting, but this doesnt deter our intrepid fried-hair-woman. She continues to call out in this very obnoxious New Yorker voice. Are you done? Can I pay my bill? I have a car waiting!
One of the young women working there (who isnt behind a register) says goodbye to the couple she was helping and before she can turn around, this phone-zilla woman has pounced on her, bill in hand and is saying.
Cant you help me pay my bill?
To which the young woman replies. Im not working on a register today; Im just working the floor. Youll have to wait in line.
But I dont understand why cant you pay my bill?
Because Im working the floor the other people over there are can help you. The line is back that way.
The woman tries a couple more times, finally a customer lets this lady go in his place to the register because shes just so darn loud, and we all know shes got a car waiting. So hes nice and lets her go.

Another big deal, I have to drop off my portfolio at design agency before Friday and Im freaked. Ive got a massive case of the inadequate blues. After three years in a company that had me doing everything (which wasnt graphic related) but what I was hired to do (which was graphic related) Im feeling like I know nothing, have nothing to show them.
I realize that its just a dropping off of my work, although I dont know what format I should give it to them in. Either printed or on a CD or both. They work with Mac I work with PC. Thats fine I dont care. Im not a Mac lover but what are you going to do? I can adapt. HELP?

Im soooo nervous. I hate that.

Gill: You shall now be known... as Sharkbait
- Finding Nemo

Psycho Sales Calls - a temp's hell

*sevgrlx — Fri, 30 Jan 2004 13:39:54 PST

Reading: Neuromancer
Watching: Lilo & Stitch

So today I'm temping Yay work!

It's at a company that deals with Diamonds. Most of the time I can get away with telling people "I'm just a temp" right there that says it all. I don't know the inner workings of the company, I have no idea when so-and-so is back in the office I'm just the temp, etc.

But not for the dreaded sales calls. Most companies tell you, just get rid of them. Not unlike this company, however today I got a sales call that was slicker than the average bear. I had a few calls today confirming phone numbers and faxes for the company, okay that's fine. This one dude calls up under much the same pretext, as to confirm the fax and says he has an important fax for the owner of the company.
Okay great fax your little heart out.
Yeah well next thing I know this recorded message is asking me to confirm this that and the other and that we have a 15 day trial and if we're not satisfied to just call this 1800 number and cancel the arrangement. I'm yelling into the phone. "No wait a second I'm not agreeing to anything what is this?"
He comes back and says access to a web site or something like that. I'm like " No, no I'm just a temp I have no idea if this organization would be interested in it." He says "that's okay this is just a trial and only the CEO of the company can okay it." So I say thank but even so call back on Monday when someone who works here can talk to you. He continues to say, "No, no you can okay it." He's in such a frenzie that he's asking my name. So I give him a fake one.

Meanwhile, I keep saying "No, no I can't even okay this fax." heaven forbid this is some type of scam and I'll be banished to some scrubbing porcelin with a toothbrush type temp work.
.
but this dude won't take no for an answer so he keep talking. Finally I say, "Call back on Monday" and hang up. He calls back saying the fake name I gave him and "...the phone went dead" he has the nerve to sound as if he's my father scolding me for hanging up on him.
"Call back on Monday" I bark. :hangphone:
He waits a few minutes then calls back. Again with the
"...the phone went dead"
this happens about one more time and then I pick up the phone he pauses and then says my fake name again and "Why are you hanging up on me?"
"You're kidding me right?" I say, "Call back on MONDAY!"

So far I haven't heard back from him. How creepy is that?
I need a drink.

Mame: This will calm you down.
Agnes Gooch: Oh, no! Spirits do the most horrible thing to me. I'm not the same person!
Mame: What's wrong with that?
Agnes Gooch: Will it mix with Dr. Pepper?
Mame: He'll love it! Drink!

- Auntie Mame

Preta Porte gives you wedgies

*sevgrlx — Wed, 28 Jan 2004 11:36:39 PST

Reading: Neuromancer
Watching: Lilo & Stitch

The train was unusually empty this morning. Most of Brooklyn's residents seemed to have called in sick not wanting to deal with the snow drifts that floated in over night.
A man on the train spoke loudly in to his cell telling everyone in earshot that he was throwing some kind of underground poker playing event, peppering his conversation with a four letter word here, a four letter word there and @#$% he wanted a woman not a girl!
Belive me I have no idea where the last bit fit into his whole gaming scheme because as quick as a New York minute he was ranting and raving about the lack of quality girls in the big apple.

(We've all got such short attention spans it seems.)

Speaking of which, there is a saying:

Live in New York once but leave before it makes you hard...
There are a few people I know that are recent (within the last five years) New York residents and talking with them I can see where that saying is true. There is a harder edge to their voices, a deeper set of lines next to their eyes and impatience runs along the ground around them like a batch of Florida lighting.

I'm starting to wonder if I'll be like that soon.

Don't get me wrong, I'm actually enjoying my experience here in New York, in spite of the fact that I've been out of work and the "Art" compition here is so intense you have to hit the ground with explosives, fireworks and symphonic boom, the moment you arrive.

Hopefully a refresher course at SVA (School of Visual Arts) will help a little.

Lilo: Did you lose your job because of Stitch and me?
Nani: Nah...the manager's a vampire and he wanted me to join his legion of the undead.
Lilo: I knew it!

Devious Journal Entry

*sevgrlx — Mon, 26 Jan 2004 10:39:29 PST

Reading: Neuromancer
Watching: Lilo & Stitch

Its a never ending whirlwind of gastro intestinal blockage. Two weeks now out of work and Im ready to do a desperate outrage to the next telemarketer who dares to call.

Lilo: Did you lose your job because of Stitch and me?
Nani: Nah...the manager's a vampire and he wanted me to join his legion of the undead.
Lilo: I knew it!

This Week - blurg

*sevgrlx — Mon, 19 Jan 2004 07:48:16 PST

Listening to: So Simple - Alicia Keys
Reading: Wicked
Watching: Ranma 1/2

People are amazing arent they?

Even friends amaze you every once in awhile.

Sitting on the curb watching the world go by

*sevgrlx — Wed, 14 Jan 2004 05:26:18 PST

Listening to: American Woman
Watching: What a girl wants

3 Weddings, I've missed this year but it's not my fault. Three friends of mine got married in the same space of three months. They're in Florida, I'm in New York there was just no way I could make it. :sigh:

Now one of my most dearest friends seems to be heading down the wedding path and that's one wedding I can't miss. Better start saving.

It must be in the water.

This Week - An apology

*sevgrlx — Sun, 04 Jan 2004 13:51:14 PST

When I first started Deviant the portraits I offered up were that of celebrities, people I didnt know nor would ever see how Ive drawn them. My most recent submission in the last few months have been more meaningful to me, drawing people I know and then actually showing those people my work, but with that so called advancement also came the horrible insecurities. This led me to a moment of complete humiliation last week when I gave my friends the wedding portrait I had done for them. NO! They in no way even hinted that they didnt like the portrait they were as they always are to me, kind and gracious. However, when they asked me about it then need to tell the truth and be blunt just shot out of my mouth and off my tongue like the cascade of water that falls from Niagara.

No I dont really like it, I replied.
What an idiot I was to have said that.

Its just that I had envisioned something so much more for them, something so much better and as hard as I tried I couldnt live up to my own high standards. After the fact, a few days later it came to me how horrible I was toward them. Here I am giving them this gift and in the same breath Im telling them;

Oh yeah here is this thing I did for you, but it sucks. But have it anyway, stick it in the back of your closet do whatever. I dont care.

Trouble is I do care. I do.

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Movie Quote of the week:

Pirates of the Caribbean:

Jack Sparrow: Me? I'm just honest, and a dishonest man you can always trust to be dishonest... Honestly. It's the honest ones you want to watch out for, because you can never predict when they're going to do something incredibly... stupid.

This Week - Daydream Believer

*sevgrlx — Tue, 30 Dec 2003 07:07:15 PST

Feeling a bit nostalgic today, since I heard Daydream Believer this morning on the way to work. I remember being a little kid and my dad playing this song in the car. It always made me think about what it was going to be like as a grown up... That and Davey Jones was just so darn cute.

P.S. Yes I watched the (reruns) of the Monkeys

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Currently listening to:

Song: As - George Michael & Mary J Blige

Album: Tweekend - Crystal Method

Lyrics: Daydream Believer - The Monkeys

Oh, I could hide neath the wings
Of the bluebird as she sings.
The six oclock alarm would never ring.
Whoops its ringing and I rise,
Wipe the sleep out of my eyes.
My shavin razors cold and it stings.

Cheer up, sleepy jean.
Oh, what can it mean.
To a daydream believer
And a homecoming queen.

You once thought of me
As a white knight on a steed.
Now you know how happy I can be.
Oh, and our good times starts and end
Without dollar one to spend.
But how much, baby, do we really need.

Cheer up, sleepy jean.
Oh, what can it mean.
To a daydream believer
And a homecoming queen.
Cheer up, sleepy jean.
Oh, what can it mean.
To a daydream believer
And a homecoming queen.

Cheer up, sleepy jean.
Oh, what can it mean.
To a daydream believer
And a homecoming queen

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