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My office is meant to be this super organized den of productivity, but I am an artist (and a scientist). This means the organization tries to cling to the cliffs of Staying Straight with tenuous fingertips only to plummet to it’s doom regularly. When its carcass becomes more than I can stand, I take time to get things together and the process starts all over again. It’s a mad cycle of insanity.

Despite that, my office has been slowly coming together in the way artistic offices should. I have already showed off my Super Mario Bros functional wall decoration. Now, let me regale you with the awesome that is my art desk.

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Yes, look at it if you can find it underneath the clutter – a clutter that’s out of my control. It breeds faster than tribbles in an all you can eat buffet.

Although to my credit, this clutter that you see isn’t your normal “death to organization” clutter. It’s actually part of the organization revival I mentioned previously. I have a challenge in this tiny place, you see. Well, more than one challenge.

1. We’re still unpacking. We don’t have much time to do that in. The garage is a wreck, there are things everywhere, and a couple of days a month we find time to fight with it.

2. I’m still trying to find items that “weren’t left behind”.

Today was a two steps back while going forward type of productive day. There used to be this mound of boxes in my office I needed to go through but couldn’t find the time,and they were in my way. They’ve been relegated to the garage and I can walk into the closet again. Meanwhile, a few things were rescued from those boxes. Some of those things you see on the desk there.

The husband keeps saying I should knock out that wall you see there and expand my office into the room beyond. He’s fucking crazy. The more ethical solution to my house would be to get rid of some of my things and get better organized… because knocking out a wall is only going to encourage the tribbles to spread their madness across the house. On top of ruining my house. My husband’s idea of cleaning up a mess is to move it out of sight.

Organization for an office takes a bit more than a few cubbies and well placed coat hangars, I’m afraid. Especially for me. I like to combine beauty with function.  I don’t like those horrible metal shelving systems that cut me (as opposed to giving me regular bruises) when I bump into them on top of collecting dust… and besides they’re ugly. The current trend of cubbie shelves are nice and I even have a system living in the closet, but it has also proven to be very fragile, unable to stand up to regular use by regular people. Interestingly that little white box there, whose name is Q-Bert, was a store display model. Despite being a little broken from mover abuse, he’s holding up very very well. So it’s all in what you do and how you do it with.

So yeah, the desk is covered in stuff. It was a much higher mound a couple of hours ago. I’m working on it. Unfortunately when I’m working on it, I’m not working on The Heavenly Bride. But soon, soon my minions.

The lace in the bottom half of the window panes is not a curtain, by the way. It’s lace that’s been starched up. It’s called window starching or lace window starch treatment, or some such like that. See, our windows aren’t conducive to having half curtain sets the way you see in adorable kitchen windows. Full curtains kept out the sunshine, and I’m all about not dying of Vitamin D deficiency or not being a vampire or whatever you want to call my love of getting a little sun. I had some full curtains on there but this creepy thing kept happening. People kept driving to the front of the house and staring at me through the window from the street. It was fucking creepy.

The starch treatment allows sunshine to come inside while creating a frosted look for privacy. It’s rather nice.

And ya know, those people that were staring were probably from the bank. There’s this job where if you’re late on your mortgage (like we are) they send people to photograph your house once a month. I know. I used to do it.

I’d like to find something better to put Q-Bert on than that little table. I’m considering one of those cabinets that go over the back of toilets, if I can afford one.

And those blue lanterns used to be solar powered. It was short lived. I’m going to tinker with them some day and see what I can do to improve them. I also plan to replace them with a handing bio-luminescent water lamp. Cuz it would be nice, and I’m currently crazy for window gardens.

And that’s the mundanity for today. Ta da!

So, I’m going to go back to studying Moon Conspiracies and UFOs while I get some work done. I’m sure you understand!

 

I have a very large collection of blind bag ponies. Why, you ask – well, okay. You’re probably not asking me that. You’re assuming that I’m some raging My Little Pony Friendship is Magic fan that can’t stay away from the blind bag pony bin at Target. And maybe… maybe you’re right.

But in a weird sense you’re wrong, because you see I didn’t START out a fan. I just saw that everyone was on this pony ride, and I thought… hrm… and started to watch the show. Then I thought hrm!!! Potential for new hobby! And I started to buy the blind pony bags. But dammit, I couldn’t seem to get my hands on a male pony and my evil hobby scheme required a male pony. It REQUIRED it.

So like some gambler lost in the Cherokee Nation’s rather loud casino, I kept buying bag after bag until finally I got one male pony. And it wasn’t enough, it was too small of a jackpot, and I bought more and more and more until I had a herd so large I could easily suit them up, hand them weapons, and take over half of North America.

Even through watching all of the seasons I remained the aloof interested viewer. Being told He Who Played Q was Discord’s voice was only enough to lure me into liking Discord even more than I already did. I even waited until Season 4 was long over before bothering to catch up and watch it. No, what made me a fan was… the fandom.

To be precise, I was poking at Youtube looking for something entirely different when I came across one of the many Brony shows. And this one? It had the most spectacular theory about how Discord was really What’s-his-fuck the Bearded (Starswirl the Bearded for those who have no idea who I’m talking about, and if you still don’t know it’s not important to this post.). And I was like.. whoah. I stopped to listen to the theory and I realized, wait a damn minute. I always knew MLP was NOT for kids – YOU CAN’T CONVINCE ME OTHERWISE! THE BENNY HILL SEQUENCE IS ALL THE PROOF I NEED!!! – but this stuff gets pretty deep – admittedly it’s the fans getting that deep and over-thinking things by a lot, but the fact that the characters are that well thought out when normally the cut and paste kid shows don’t bother was impressive. So I started to pay attention.

Okay I admit. Figuring out that MLP had a bunch of arcane symbolism in it hidden in various places and other stuff that could be tied to conspiracy craziness had a lot to do with me accidentally finding the Brony sequence, etc. etc.

Anyway. The fact that I have enough ponies to feed the starving children of an entire blind bag nation has everything to do with Super Mario 2 and Princess Peach right now. It does. They’re very linked, almost by fate. Because of my office.

Due to the fact that my husband hasn’t found a job yet, we’ve had to put finishing the front door on hold. (Alas, my beautiful red door…) In the meantime, there are boxes to unpack and an office to put back together.

Anecdote: An army doctor once said to me, “You do comic books? So you’re still living in your mother’s basement and drawing pictures?” To which I replied, “No, I work in my OWN basement. Thank you very much….” And it was true back then. My office was in the basement.

The new office that I am typing to you now in is located in the upper floor of the house, in my daughter’s old bedroom. And I like it in here. There’s sunshine in here. The room is smaller than the basement office, but I’m okay with this. But don’t ask me why it is that I’m a billion years old and finally am getting to put a room together the way I want it, complete with colors and decorations. I just don’t know.

The office is mostly pink. I’m not sure how that happened either – okay, I confess. It’s my fault. There was this pink office chair back when I needed a new desk chair, and I fell in love with it. It was the display chair, the only one left, and my husband jumped through hoops to get it so I could buy it. Ever since, anything that lands in my office has usually been pink. And where I once wanted a black and gloomy, evil office the place just has gotten pinker and pinker by the minute.

If it weren’t for my Megamind fandom I think I’d be drowning in cotton candy right now.

Run, Peach, Run!!!

Run, Peach, Run!!!

Part of putting an office together that not only functions as an office should but looks purty in the process means doing things like putting up shelves and… stuff. With organization and… stuff. And more stuff. Much of which is either black or pink in this case. And the bit we were able to put up today was a three shadow box set we found on clearance at Walmart for like $5.

Happy day! I finally have a place to put the herd up to wait,  trapped miles above the ground, as they must wait for me to pick them off one by one for my nefarious hobby!! Mwahahahaha!!

While putting them up it occurred to me: boxes in the sky!

And this is how Princess Peach enters the picture. Because they’re boxes… floating… and… they just really needed Princess Peach (in pink) hopping. I would have added a fire flower or maybe a life figure if I had them. Well maybe someday.

Oh… what is my hobby? I’m going to REPAINT them of course! Mwahahahaha.

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