Warwick Goble

The Lady and the Dragon

Kilmendy

Leda and the Swan

Goblin Market

Ladies and gentlemen, I give you Warwick Goble (1862-1943), a London native who was what some refer to as a peach-- White on the outside, yellow on the inside. He created illustrations for fairytale books, and was particularly fond of Japanese and Indian stories. These are just a few of my favorites of his.

I just love his soft, dreamy style. He's successfully made the list of Mikaela's Personal Heroes (tactfully abreviated MPH, like the noise you make when someone punches you in the stomach). After all, his name IS Warwick. I simply can't ignore a name as cool as Warwick.

Holly Berry and Beyonce

Today feels terribly uneventful, not unlike most other days. In a town as small as this, there's not much in the way of entertainment... Though, when I lived in a university town of 50,000 I felt the same way. Huh. That's vaguely depressing.

The birds are singing, the sun is shining, the grass grows greener every day, and I'm inside with all the blinds closed wandering around the internet and watching reruns of Extreme Makeover: Home Edition on TV Land. My excuse is that it's really windy outside.

Today's Netflix is The Mothman Prophecies. Actually, it's not really today's; it came in the mail a couple days ago but I was out of town. Mom took me on a surprise birthday adventure to Hotel Julien in Dubuque, where we met up with my sisters. She wouldn't tell me what we were doing or where we were going, but I was curiously unalarmed... That is, until we pulled into the hotel and I saw a big wedding sign. The thought that my occasionally mentally unstable mother would kidnap me for an arranged marriage seriously crossed my mind, and wasn't dispelled until my equally unstable sisters arrived and assured me that no, I was not going to be married off to a gangly outcast for a dowry of three sows and a feather mattress. My dowry would have to be at least five sows, and maybe a mule, too.

The whole three hours to the hotel went something like this:

"Mom, should I have shaved for this?"

"All will be revealed soon, my young padiwan."

"...Are we going somewhere with attractive people? Because if we are, I'm going to need some deoderant, and I didn't bring any."

"Yes, there will be attractive people."

"Will they be black?"

"...Yes. We're going somewhere with Holly Berry and Beyonce." [Yes, I know, it's Halle Berry. Apparently my mother found Holly to be a more appropriate name; she couldn't remember Halle if her first born depended on it.]

Needless to say, I was confused, as well as rather unnerved for a great number of reasons. Later, she explained to me that my sisters look just like Holly/Halle Berry and Beyonce. Besides the fact that they're both white and have completely different builds and facial structures, of course.

Thus, the weekend was spent milling about local shops, eating food that was entirely too unhealthy, and marinating in the hotel hot tub. It was a true vacation.

Anywho, now I am home, and it's back to my dog, Futurama, and centaurs. I'm weaning off of Zoloft and switching to Cymbalta, so cable TV is increasingly depressing and everytime I stand up it's like being simultaneously dropped from a commercial airliner and forced to watch a rave disco through those weird 'intoxication simulation' goggles.

What can I say, my life is a party.

It's Tuesday

Well, I've been trying to give my meager blog a face lift and some botox. Through this desire, I've finally learned what html and CSS are. I've also learned that I hope that I never, ever, ever have to edit them again, because they are both making the list of Top Ten Things That Make Me Feel Really Retarded.

Whoo. I never knew blogging would be hard.

WHOA THERE

Oh my... I've completely forgot about this blog. I totally just forgot it-- Like, woke up one morning, and it didn't even exist anymore. That's sad... Especially since I was so excited to start a blog, and I was going to post every day, and I was going to make it all flashy and blah blah blah..

Obviously, it didn't happen.

I'ma try to get back on the blogging boat. I wanna be a blogger, dagnabbit! D: So I guess I'll be working on that. I hate having so much stuff going on, so many things to do, so many to-do lists swirling around in my head... It can just be POOP :(

Oh well. Hmm hmm hmmm... I guess I'll just keep on truckin, yeah?

Harlequin nails

This was what I did for the first day of school. I haven't done any nail art in a looong time... this rekindled my love affair with it.

I hand-painted it myself, and I really didn't do a very good job, lol. I really love harlequin patterns though, so it's all good.

gaaaaaaah)!*#&=#)!_~+@_#!$&*(??>>>i don't know where any of my classes are..

I couldn't take one good picture of them, so instead, here's a bunch of crappy pictures :) bon appetite.

Chii Lineart

I drew this a few weeks ago. I plan on coloring it with my sister's prismacolor pencils, because I don't have any and I'm a mooch. :)

It's Chii from Chobits. No reference(which I desperately wanted), no nothing-- I made the outfit up myself, which is why it's barely there at all and has minimal to no details. Yes, yes, I know the inking is messy. And the rabbit has no tail because I didn't ink it and I accidentally erased it.... Poor maimed rabbit has a gaping whole in his butt instead.. By the way, the top of her head got cut off by my scanner. ): Oops.

Epic Break

)!#(?>RWY*@#T(Q*&~!$#*RY O&@)%&V?A>M~~?<* MY NAIL BROKE. D:

I know. One nail. Not so bad, yes? NO. It is so bad. I can't STAANNNDDD have one nail rediculously shorter than the rest. It wasn't so bad a break... It was more WEIRD than bad. I had just got done buffing my nails and filing and cuticle oiling and all that good stuff, and I looked down at my nails, and the middle on my left hand was busted. The weird thing was that it wasn't a lopsided break, like I usually get, but it was completely straight across. Like, needle sharp edges straight across. Which was almost equally horrifying. I don't like square/rectangluar nails. I really don't like them. I like my nails almond/oval shaped, which is hard to pull off and doesn't ever look right on my uggo nails, but I like them that way. I've never had square nails before, though, so I decided to give it a try. Thus, I cut all my nails square. A little piece of me died inside as I watched the rounded tips fall to the trash can. *wipes away tear*

SO now... They're square... ...I don't know how I feel about it yet. I'm still mourning my oval nails. Even though I know I'm the one who cut them.

I guess that this whole excursion gives me a chance to try Nail Envy. Speaking of, I just figured out that Target sells both OPI AND Essie(!?!?!?!). In limited colors, of course, but still. Considering the only other place to buy OPI and Essie in my town is over an hour away, it's pretty peachy that good ol Target is selling them. Not to mention they sell Seche Vite too... ...which for some reason just makes me mad. D:< *predjudicegrumble*

The naked nails (which, I know, are disugstingly hideous) are when the middle nail broke. I filed the edges so they wouldn't be so creepily sharp when I took the picture. The gold nails are whey they're all square (or as square as I could bring myself to make them). The color is Orly Glitz. 0 points for good naming, as much as I fawn over this gold.

Anyhoo. Have a peachy day ;)