New this week:
From my existing inventory (not new but new to the shop!): adorable growth in a petri dish!
This week's project is Dune themed! 
My husband and I saw Ironman with some friends this weekend. It was good - even the running commentary from the guys behind us was pretty awesome (ghetto teenagers know their Ironman, apparently). My only real complaint is Tony Stark's mustache, which I KNOW is a really ridiculous thing to complain about, but there were a couple of closeups inwhich it appeared that the stylist had JUST shaped his mustache DIRECTLY BEFORE IT WAS SHOT. It looked really really perfect, like it was painted on his face or something. And this is a guy who is supposed to be holed up in his lab developing a space-age weapon by himself? Did he take a break to go get waxed or something, because that is sort of how it appears. I don't think I would have been quite so bothered if it were ATTRACTIVELY shaped but there were a few times when it had a sort of 70's porn star/child molester je ne sais quoi about it. Anyway, I couldn't find any movie stills to back this up so it is probably just one particular shot that burned itself into my brain. Robert Downey Jr did a fine job, regardless.
I am not having a whole lot of success on the job front. I am trying not to freak out about it. I have been sending resumes out every day but I haven't gotten much response so far. It is pretty depressing. I took the Wal-Mart specific mention off of my cover letter ("WHY DID YOU PUT WAL-MART ON YOUR COVER LETTER TO BEGIN WITH, ANN?" I have no idea. I'm dumb?) so we'll see if that helps.
OH, ALSO. Without going into the whole odd back story I have a pair of crazy giant heels that used to belong to a cokehead stripper. They are pretty beat up but I got them for free (I consented to take them because I wondered: can I walk in these things? Answer, yes) and I think they are going to be a summer project - I sort of want to see if I can fix them myself. Because I am sure as hell not spending money to get them repaired, when would I ever wear them? Well, to the strip club I guess. But when was the last time I went to a strip club?! If I can't fix them they have these big crazy rhinestone doodads on the straps that would make kick-ass earrings. I thought I could be content just washing up the soles with some Oxy-Clean (they were pretty dirty) but when I got them wet they smelled suspiciously like fish. So instead I just ripped the soles up entirely and judging by the construction I am pretty confident I can resole them myself.
My apartment complex was damaged by a fire about a week and a half ago. My husband went down the hall to do the laundry this weekend and said it looked really creepy in the area that was damaged, that there was no drywall up and that they had these emergency lights strung up on the walls. I thought about walking down there to take a photo and didn't and now I am regretting it because they have already put up the new drywall. It still looks a little bit like we are living in Silent Hill or some nonsense but it is not nearly as eerie as I'm sure it was last week.
I swear to god if a monster made of legs shows up in this building we are moving the fuck out.
You are awesome.
You probably know this already.
Posted by: Chris | 05 May 2008 at 05:41 PM