Art, theater, writing
22 Feb
…and everything else awesome in the world.
Well, okay, maybe not everything. This whiskey on my desk is pretty damn good too–and there’s other stuff that comes to mind, but I’ll spare you.
So first, art. Anyone not viewing this in their rss reader will by now have noticed the presence of a new decoration–if we can call him that, poor little dear–at this here site. I talked to the magnificent C. Bernard (she did the Magdala portrait for The Red Penny Papers and our first cover based on Aaron Polson’s Abraham Reaver) about the possibility of a little sketch. See, I’ve had this character since I was 13 years old, and I always kind of wanted to get someone awesome to draw him. Someone awesome = Courtney.
As the sidebar now proves. So anyhow, that’s Aldo, and I posted a bigger version of him to twitpic earlier–it’s worth seeing to appreciate the full awesome. He’s been with me long enough and inspired enough stories (not to mention a tattoo) that he leveled up from Character to Official Muse ages ago. It’s only right then that he should be the poster boy for the blog.
So, sorry if your workplace gets mad if you have man nipples on your screen. For what it’s worth, he doesn’t think he should be without a shirt in public either. And he’s probably right, but his tattoos are important, dammit.
Also in art, I saw a prelim compositional sketch for some Scripped-related art my aunt is working on. Yeah, my aunt. My family is awesome, I know. But let’s just say I’ve been squeeing with art-loving joy all weekend, man.
Theater! I regularly spam this blog with tales of trips to the opera and other such theatricals, so no one will be surprised by this. We went to visit my parents for the long weekend, and my brother’s girlfriend, the remarkably talented and adorable Kassidy, was in a production of The Laramie Project at her university. Again, no surprises that I loved it–but even my husband, who is very wary of anything depressing, and my father, who is easily bored by drama, fell in love. If you ever get a chance to see it, please do. It’s fucking brilliant.
Helped that the production was fucking brilliant, though. As a fun side note, The Westboro Baptist dumbasses were supposed to stage a protest on campus–as they often do when this particular show is produced, both because of the subject matter and because Phelps is portrayed in all his genuine lunacy in the play. They were coming to the Sunday show… and failed to realize it was a matinee. I don’t know if they showed up at 6pm as they’d planned, but I hope they enjoyed finding out that the show was over and done with and no one gives a crap what they think.
Writing! I edited a bunch last week–final preparations for the RPP spring issue have been good to go for some time, but I’m also working on exciting things for Morrigan Books (said exciting things will be announced soon!), so life is good to me just now. But in my spare time–because this is my idea of a good time–I wrote an outline for a story for a project some may or may not have noticed me discussing with the lovely Carrie Cuinn on twitter. Yay for new stories!
I also saw The King’s Speech (which I loved), played Fable III (which I need), and ate at Primanti Bros (which is magic). So that’s me after the long weekend. How are y’all doing?
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Now playing: Autour De Lucie – L’eau qui dort
via FoxyTunes
Sounds like you’re in a cool place, mentally and physically and, um, geographically. Which is more than can be said for me. I just realised, like five minutes ago, that I have set the current chapter of the WIP in the wrong place. That’s 3k words rendered friggin’ useless. O why o why do we do this to ourselves?
God, I wish I knew, Mike. I have done that many a time, under much less pressure and… yeah. Why O why is right. Dammit :/
3k is a lot though. So you deserve more than usual, even. (And usually, that’d deserve a lot. Seriously. Dammit.)
Nothing wrong with man nipples on the screen in the workplace
I saw The King’s Speech and Black Swan just the other day and thought both films were brilliant.
Aldo is not pleased with me for the man nipples. But I said, dude, your tattoos! So important! And I got a blank stare in reply.
The muse. He is not always forthcoming.
I need to see Black Swan. I might indulge myself this week in the middle of the day somewhere, just because I SHOULD.
You have a secret project with Carrie, I soooooo didn’t have a clue about that
(Evil teasing person).
You sound so happy and fulfilled and I cannot wait for your life to get even more exciting around June when a certain something is released. I suspect this is very much your year, Katey.
As long as it’s slightly less crap than last year, I really can’t complain. The good news is that I am easily pleased, so–fingers crossed
I don’t mean to tease, honest! It’s so weird not to just spew ideas straight onto this blog, though. Man.
Secret…secret? Spill already.
It’s more of a half-baked beginning of a secret. When it grows to full secret proportions, I’m sure we will!
Oh man, Courtney is so great. That picture rocks <3
I can't wait to see the Scripped cover. Good luck on all your fancy awesome projects! You're keeping super busy, as usual. It's… er… awesome. (My vocabulary, let me show you it.)
… and the Phelps thing makes me laugh. Ah, such luscious amounts of fail.
I was there on Saturday night and the audience was sort of spreading that bit about the timing for tomorrow’s protest. Provided a bit of levity before the show! (Not that the show is without uplifting stuff, for all that.)
It IS awesome. And that’s the best word ever. Or the second best, after–well you know. My vocabulary is rad, too.
Have I told you lately how awesome I think you are?
You are super rad. Yes, my words are 80/90s. Forgive me that.
Mine are too, so I prefer it that way. Rad!! <3