December 30, 2005

  •   Today is one of those days when I wish a portal to another world would appear in my living room.  But then I remember... hey, that's not even possible, because I don't have a living room.  Well, sort-of.  Maybe the big room with the TV counts as a living room - I don't know how rooms are supposed to be named in apartments.  In fact, why do rooms have arbitrary names in the first place?  Can't I name my own rooms?  Hell, who'd stop me?  From now on, the room with my TV and couch is officially the REALM OF CHAOS.  (Actually, that description would more accurately match Anje's bedroom.)  Oh, the room formerly known as "The Kitchen" will now be called "The Bioweapons Facility."  I like it - it has a fun, dangerous ring to it, and it's somewhat accurate.


      So I spent an hour or so in Phil & Kaja Foglio's house a few days back.  I didn't even know who they were until I went to their home and saw some of their artwork... wow.  Coolest artists ever - and with a taste for interior decorating that matches my own, I might add.  (Though it's apparent that the Foglios have a much, much larger "odd artistic clutter" budget.  Instead of beautiful and interesting artistic figurines, I mostly just have old liquor bottles with candles in them.)


       Anyway, I recognized their artwork from various online sources and comic books I've read - that was a nice surprise, realizing that I'd just met two of the greatest artistic/comic geniuses of all time.  (Sadly, the realization was mostly after-the-fact.)  Oh, and I got to see some amazing original pieces of artwork - two of which Christine's stepsiblings' dad (Doug) bought for... well, more money than I've spent on artwork my entire life.  (Liquor bottles = decoration, remember?)  Not that I wouldn't do exactly what Doug did if I was older and richer.  Oh, Except that I wouldn't buy this piece:  (Doug bought the original artwork for this card)


     I'd buy this one, for which the original was also available:


      (It's a tiny sample of the picture - basically, the evil fantasy chick's magic mirror is busted - hence the redneck with the "gamer gurl" T-shirt appearing in the mirror, and the magic mirror repairman.  Er, repair-orc.  Whatever.  It's not as funny if it has to be explained.  Okay, time to buy a cheap replica of this painting for a few bucks, since I can't afford the thousands-of-dollars original version.)


     


      In other news (and because I feel like uploading more pictures for no good reason) I have an arm sprouting from my head.



     


    PS: I really want a NO SNORKING sign.