(Intermittent Transmission of a Wandering Mind)
-Logue
This is where dispatches from my ongoing peculiarities will appear.
Updates, artwork, mild revelations, and the occasional useful scrap. A space for thoughts to stretch, stammer, or shimmer. Expect stories, sketches, reflections, and the occasional something that isn’t quite sure what it is yet. Frequency may vary. Clarity is not guaranteed. Proceed gently. Do not tap the glass. The specimens may be watching you too.
I am Not Quite Killed in the Face Just Yet......or Yet.......
Updates on Serious Blood Loss...
Forging Bronze Dog Innards
So, needless to say, I am back in Denver.....so let's pretend that I never said it. All in all, the trip went better than expected, and I have to say that I am actually surprised at the amount of stuff I still possess. When you put everything that you own into storage, you tend to forget about the big picture of your possessions and create a summarized version of things in your head. Granted, all my furniture is still gone, as is all my artwork done over the past 15 years.....but I knew that. But going through the mess of boxes turned up a treasure chest of things that I forgot that I owned. All the little odds and ends, kitchen stuffs, and what nots. If it wasn't for this nice surprise I do believe that I would have gone through with the plan of stabbing a complete stranger....but instead, I had to just let said stranger go.
So, needless to say, I am back in Denver.....with my car (which is amazing, I just have to say, not only for the amount that it could carry, but how well it carried it all all the way back here) and a full car-load of stuffs.
I actually have enough surviving possessions that I was unable to get everything here in just one trip.....I'm willing to say that I made it here with just about HALF....which means that I now need to formulate another plan to get the rest sometime in the near future.....
Screaming at Little Things on the Ground
So, needless to say, I am back in Denver.....
Today marks yet another day in the Great Apartment Hunt. There are so many places available in the neighborhoods that I'm looking at that it's only a matter of finding the place that stands out to me.....plus it makes me wonder if there are actually more apartments than there are renters in Denver.
Plight of a Four-Legged Squid
I am still absolutely in love with this city! I have decided to pretend that I moved here a long time ago (when I was originally planning to move from Louisville, in the dark age before myspace and blogs) and pretend that the past four or so years never actually happened......besides the friendships forged with Clint Allen and Lizzay Nelson. I figure that if historians can mold the past to meet their conveinient needs, than so can I.
Subsequentally, my NEW past contains stories of my saving the world twice, many rendevous with beautiful and easy women, a new arch enemy (not Clint, in case you were wondering) and encountering a science experiment gone wrong which resulted in the animation of cheese that learned to play the saxophone and now exists solely on appearances on a variety of talk shows............I obviously need more coffee.......be right back.
When Balloons Attack other Balloons
I finally got access to a scanner so I am able to share the drawing I did for the Monkey Themed group show I was fortunate enough to be a part of:
Plus, here is the drawing that I did for Clint's band BLACK ACID CANDY BOX, in case you didn't get a chance to see the flyer:
Pending a Skull Transplant
....and that pretty much sums it up for this day.....I am hoping to find a place (wish me the luck that you can spare), and hoping that after moving into whatever place I can find that I'll start to feel more grounded and can update this here thing more often......and catch up with emails and such.
Floating Above the Coffee......
The plane ticket has been purchased, and time off work secured....so I am hoping that it's official this time. The aquiring and moving of my car and possessions, that is. I hold my breath as I write this due to the fact that every time this has been planned before, some event would prevent it....like being evicted from our condo, a water explosion in the storage room.....or a qiant squid attack. I also hold my breath because of the light headed feeling that follows and the chance that me head will fall flat on my keyboard resulting in a iufbhgkidjldjiidjffdjkgnbfkjgnbfjgnbf............ow.
So, I will be on route to PA starting on the 15th, and hopefully to return here with whatever survived by the 22nd.
"Never" Can Only Be Measured in Kentucky Apparently
Ten reasons why Clint Allen should move to Denver:
10) A whole new area to explore on foot, and evenings cool enough to do so, even in the heart of summer.
9) A music scene that is alive and varied, and doesn't just cater to itself and it's friends in the local Alt Mag.
8) All day Bleach Sale at Target!!! (I'm going to hell)
7) Nobody here yells "Fag" at you when you walk down the street....instead they yell "Joto", which I'm taking to mean, "You look cool, here's twenty dollars!"
6) A whole new chance to alienate himself from a new population of waitresses...
5) A chance to reinstate the long Brainstorming walks, in which we will come up with great ideas, wet ourselves laughing, and never be able to recall any of what we thought of later....
4) His brother is a dick, and should be shunned! YOU HERE ME BILLY?! SHUNNED!!!
3) Because I am working on making his band mates move here....Black Acid Candy Box, Denver Addition!
2) The Iced Tea here is actually drinkable....
1) Because I told him to!!!
Masked Worms holding Balloons in the Corner
I really don't have anything else to write about, but I have a half a cup of my Mocha to finish and then some drawings to work on before packing up and heading back to the apartment.
That is all......
Please pull up to the second window.
Invertebrates in the Sock Pile......
My keyboard is covered with dust.......it's amazing how easy it is not to notice that until the sun actually hits it just right........of course this has nothing to do with anything, but man! Really! I could collect all of it and make one hell of a bunny......an undead bunny of keyboard dust to walk aimlessly around the plains looking for it's purpose......latching onto people it encounters and absorbing their ideas and traits as it's own for short periods of time until spotting another victim and hopping onto them..........
.......actually, this now sounds like someone I dated before which is creeping me out. I will leave the dust where it is.
Like I mentioned above, I should be making a list of things of my surviving possessions. The reason for this is that I am FINALLY making my way back to Pennsylvania to get it all and bring it here. I am both giddy with anticipation and soiled with my own filth of apprehension over this. The giddiness comes from the obvious, just the fact of acquiring my car and possessions again and completing this here move once and for all. As much as I hate moving, I have to admit that I love the act of actually being moved, or the unpacking. I am so looking forward to finally getting my own corner in Denver and making it my own. I've always loved getting a new place and going through the process of making it my own....rethinking how things should go and where. I've always been amazed by the people that I've known who take weeks (or longer) to actually unpack after moving, because it usually takes me anywhere from a matter of hours to at most a matter of days considering on the circumstances. And in this case I anticipate the reward to be compounded by a wave of relief of actually finally being moved fully to Denver and shedding the feeling of being 'in between' places, or rather, being 'in the process' of moving like I've felt for near the whole year.
Now, the soiled feeling comes from two sources, neither of which have anything to do with actually soiling myself, which I haven't done for at least twenty minutes. The first comes from actually seeing my stored possessions. I've only been told of the damage and the losses, I have yet to see this for myself, which I'm not sure I'm ready for. The list of damage has near doubled since the initial claim. It seems like every time I talk to the Insurance or to my folks I get a few more items added to the list, usually with a precursor of "Where you terribly attached to "blank"?" With this fact in mind, I'm certain to personally discover even more loss when finally reuniting with my stuff. And even though I've resigned myself with this fact, that doesn't mean I can be fully prepared.
The second half of this soiled feeling has to do with the actual move itself. I have given myself only one full week to accomplish everything.....which, in short, consists of flying into Pittsburg, meeting with the Insurance Rep and stabbing him in the throat, hiding the body, going through my stuff and salvaging what can be while discarding the rest, repacking what I'm keeping, lying to authorities that come looking for missing Rep, driving from Central Pennsylvania to Denver.
I plan on drinking a lot of coffee.....moreso than what I consume on a daily basis now.
But, in all honesty, the anticipation does far outway the dread. I have felt in between places for FAR too long, and I'm looking forward to starting the process of growing some roots again.....or at least getting to the point where I feel less compelled to write blogs about where I'm at mentally and physically and get back to writing the nonsence I used to write about........like being cut from a Jib and whatnot.
Stop Stabbing the Sponge....
So, here comes the update:
Wait for it.......wait for it.......
First, the move from the pit of Westminster to Denver is finally over.....at least somewhat. I am sharing a spot with my drunk brother for a few months, taking my time and looking for a place of my own, where I can strip naked and make as many muffins as I see fit. I look forward to those days, as I'm sure you don't care. I say 'somewhat' above because of the fact that my brother still has items to move into the new place, and I still have a mass moving of my soggy and ruined stuff from Pennsylvania to look forward to.
But I am OUT of Westminster! And finally in Denver, which I have to say is my new favorite place. More on that later.........wait for it.......
Second, I think that I really dig my new job, all but the fact that it doesn't pay as much as I would like. Everyone that I work with is cool and refrain from throwing stuff at me when I'm not looking which is always a plus. One of the best things about working at an art supply store is that you work with other artists and creative types.....and you get to deal with artists as customers.....you also have to deal with 70 year old craft experts who come in to show you the hundreds of watercolor paintings they've done of thier cats, but I can live with that.
Third.....there is no third.
Fourth, I was lucky enough to be a part of my first group show here in Denver last night. A few of the people that I work with put on an art/music/poetry slam at a bar called Three Kings, in the basement gallery space. They have been organizing this event for a while, but I didn't hear about it until the beginning of the week. They were really cool to let me be a part of it, and tolerant enough to still put my piece up at the very last second (it took me all week to finish the drawing, matt and frame it).
The show was monkey themed....that is, monkey themed. Do I really need to go into more explaination?
I wish that I could share some images with you all here, but I haven't had the chance to get any of them onto this here computing machine.....so I'll have to share later.
The show was a blast and I seemed to get a really good response from everyone for the drawing. There were some amazing work on the walls. The whole experience has finally inspired me to start building a new body of work again after losing all of it to the storage disaster, so hopefully I'll have some drawing updates to share in the near future.
Fifth, please send me all your money. I is the poor right now.
Sixth, yes, I realize that my profile is looking pretty fucked lately. It seems that my web host has a problem with proper billing. I have been offline for a few days, and it seems that my bill for the next two years became due. Unlike most companies who will inform you weeks in advance that a bill is coming up, my host works like this: "Dear Fisher, you hosting fee is due....riiiiiight......NOW! Oooo late."
Fuckers.
So, I paid the fees today and await the suspension to be lifted in the next few days.
Fuckers.
Seventh, I haven't had the chance to work on the new zombiespoon ideas that many of you have given me. The moving has made that difficult.
.....and that's about it in a nut pouch. I leave you all now to talk amongst yourselves, as I need to update all kinds of accounts with my new address and phone number and what not.