aargh!
i woke up this morning with a neck cramp so bad that i can barely look to either side without a good deal of pain… and my acupuncture appointment isn’t until wednesday… and i have to drive an hour in either direction to make it to my rehearsal this evening…
ecch!
1 Gallon Bubbles3 quarts plain, clear dishwashing liquid (palmolive…)
8 oz. glycerine
5 to 10 drops oil
you can fill the rest of the jug up with water if you want to, or if it gets too viscous. |
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They never scream They never shout They only twitch And flail about. |
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Why does a pygmy Indulge in polygmy? His tribal dogma Frowns on monogma. Monogma’s a stigma For any pygma. If he sticks to monogmy A pygmy’s a hogmy.
— Ogden Nash
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more sketchbook uploads… that’s it for what i have immediately accessible, and this week is probably going to be busy enough that i won’t have time to dig the originals out of the pile, so you’re just going to have to wait.
why do i have so much time to spend scanning stuff? it’s because we still have all of this goddamn snow everywhere, and i couldn’t get the car up the driveway to load the boxes so that i could go to the fremont sunday market this morning. next sunday is moe’s birthday, so i’m probably not going to get chance to go until sunday the 28th… 8/
the enlightened rantings of a brain damaged freak