August 19th, 2002

andromeda

being proper, the art of rooms

I'd like to start this post with a quick lesson in netiquite from your friends at Spacefem.com:

When posting an anonymous comment in a journal or forum, it's usually nice to sign some kind of name at the end of it, just for reference. That way, I won't remember you as "Mr. 128.241.245.34" or something like that, and I'll be much more likely to respond to your comment. It can even be a made-up name, so long as you always use the same one for a given IP address so you look like some kind of a human being behind the number. Do I have agreements from others here? I'm thinking so.

In other news, I took off this morning to do some furniture shopping. As I've said before, it seems that Wichita, KS has one contemporary furntiture store (sigh!) so I'm a bit limited there, but Des Moines seems to have two (alright!) so I can get a few more options. I haven't checked the Kansas City ones yet. So anyway, I found some nifty tables and stuff, didn't buy anything, but got some ideas to think about.

I don't think I can go all contemporary, I'm going to have to soften things a little bit. Some of the room examples I've seen are very cool-looking, but they've got this "I live in a modern art museum" look to them that I know I'll get sick of. Guess I'll have to find my style.

I came back here, ate lunch, and watched "Christopher Lowell" on TV. He's so weird. Did some really lame looking crafty stuff today, sometimes he's a bit hit and miss, but I liked his little speech on floor lighting.

Have had this thought recently of filling wall space with big, abstract paintings. This got me thinking about how expensive paintings were, which got me thinking, "Wait, I'm artistic, sort of, maybe I should learn to paint! It can't be hard. Especially abstract... it's just random thrown up stuff on canvas. I study web design, how can paintings be different?" Then I got this picture in my head of what a web designer would produce in the way of paintings... people walking in to a decorated apartment seeing all these blank white canvases with rounded corner squares decorating their right sides to display words like, "Home" and "About Us". I'd be obvious. It'd be a disaster.

Unless it caught on, then I could sell my works on ebay for thousands, be the next big thing. "Feel like you're IN a website with art by Spacefem! Throw out those stupid Thomas Kincade forests and get with the next century!"

Or I could just get more star wars posters.
airplane

fake ID

Everyone on my friends list is posting class schedules and talking about school starting, and I'm all like, "ha ha! not me, you suckers, I'm free!"

But actually, I'm starting work. And it's barely work, I realized that when I saw the training schedule they've got for me during the course of the year.

So basically, I'm trying to tell myself that I'm totally in the world of grown-ups now, with a "career" and all that, but when I get down to it I'm still starting something new, again. In august, again. With CLASSES, again. I'll never be an adult.

But I will get paid. And I won't have to share a bathroom with thirty other girls. Baby steps, spacefem, baby steps. Next August I will have a totally normal adult life, and a furnished apartment. What will I do with my little self? Probably upgrade to real cable TV, that's what I'll do. Then I'll write a book about how, at the age of 23, I finally found out all the answers.

Dave and I went to rent a movie and noticed that Blockbuster has this whole new section called like "Recommended by the Sundance Film Hippies" or something like that. We browsed in it, they had "Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels" which is one of Dave's favorites and "200 Cigarettes" which is the most boring pointless movie I've ever seen. Then I noticed they had "But I'm A Cheerleader" and I was like, "Dave, I want to watch this!" He looked at me like I was nuts and then I was like, "I heard about it online... all my she-net friends totally loved it!" He looked for an exit, but was like, "Okay, if that's what you want," because secretly, I think he kinda wanted to see it too. And it was hella-funny! Very cute movie about lesbians, I couldn't watch it with my parents but Dave and Zach thought it was great. Dave sometimes acts like he's totally afraid of anything having to do with my she-net friends, but it's not so bad.

Tomorrow, I'm gonna go home. Maybe shop for bathroom stuff some more. No more clothes! I will not buy more clothes!