#^%@&*!!!!!

I’ve been working on paintings this week. Getting back to the easel with full force. I want to display the progress on the commissions I’m working on. I take photos. I go to grab the cord to hook the camera up to the laptop. Nowhere to be found.

I take yesterday off. Decide to clean my room. Take my bed out. Fully clean everything. No sign of said cord. Vital cord. Livelyhood cord.

Today I decide to take apart my “studio” in the corner of the garage. Finally throw my hands up in defeat. Then for whatever reason I decide to look at roommate’s computer desk in his room. There, I see my precious cord daisy chained with two other non-compatible media cords.

It’s like he’s putting technological components together for some found media art piece. It’s like he’s some little kid making a rocket launching moon fortress command center for his GI Joes. Anyone else used to do that? I’d take random shit from all over the house and make desert stratofortress weapons caches for the Joes in the middle of the living room and then wonder why mom was mad when she couldn’t find her flattening iron (communications forcefield generator cannon).

I have no idea what the hell he could have been doing with the cord, but Tap-dancing Christ am I glad to have it back.

Here. Look at this (*&@#$)!@# painting.

Update at 2:00:

Carina, here are your parents as of today. Back to the easel.

This entry was posted on Thursday, June 26th, 2008 at 11:00 am and is filed under Uncategorized.