Adventures in Fabric: Fun With Paint!

Fabric paint is my friend.  

For sweatshirts to sport my favorite things:

To fixing shirts that previously fit me but had stains:

To making ridiculous things just so they glow in the dark:

 

Weeeee!

Music, Insanity and Ponies

First of all, here is what happened the first time I ever came in contact with a male mosquito:

They are horrible. I can understand why the blood sucking females do not resemble the males though. If they did, we would have found a way to kill them all many years ago.

So. Yeah. 

My anxieties.

I've been eating better (for the most part) but my diet is pretty limited. It mostly consists of the following:

The occasional rice, green pepper, onions... Random things are thrown in too.

As far as the status of my brain goes, oh my crap.

On the advice of a good friend, I had started hearing Spock in my head whenever I had a panic attack:

This was mostly to try to counteract the voice of Leo from The Producers:

Because, let's face it.  THIS is what I have become.

After a while, nothing made sense anymore and it was all just Freakazoid:

...And while that one was fun, my sanity began to drift even further from me:

Today was particularly bad because it was like they were all having some kind of disco themed tea party in my skull, and Edgar Allan Poe was also there, but just sitting in the corner moping.

To keep my brain occupied, I've finally begun doing some artwork again.  

A lot of tentacles:

They all glow in the dark and react to black light.  The pink one is over twice the size of the other three.  I have since found more canvas...es... canvi... whatever to do more.  Wooo!

And then some fan art of my two favorite blondes: 

 There was no reason.  

It chilled me out though, and I needed that.  

Oh?  Rowyn is full of panic and despair?  Not to worry.  She can just draw Beetlejuice picking his nose and Alice hating everything. 

This one is actually old, but I don't know if I've shown the internet yet so here 'tis.  How I personally celebrate Xmas:

And finally, Music.  The first one was done a couple (few?  How old am I?) years ago.  The second was done as a way to replace the first after my ex decided to take it.  I plan on making prints of each to go side my side.  Maaaaybe flip one?  

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In other news, I'm back to drawing Deddrie and Helenore:

as ponies:

...I have no explanation. 

 Nothing.

Laundry Day Is A Very Dangerous Day

And really any day in this household is a chaotic mess.  ...They mean well.

Living at home again is very odd on several levels, beyond being something I hoped would never happen.  I'm in my mid twenties, so I'm very content with the idea of at least pretending to be a real adult type person, but these are strange times in our economy, as well as in my life.
  
I forgot about the dangers of doing laundry here, for example.
Going down the basement steps with a hamper:

Spiders in the basement:

Also, the dangers of a bored out of her mind cat.  This is a very pretty cat:

She is an indoor cat, and lived with dogs and another indoor cat who was de-clawed, but she was never de-clawed herself.  She was also raised by a dog, for the most part.  These each come with their own special problems.
Mainly though, her playfulness causes a lot of danger.  If you've ever seen "Simon's Cat," you'll quickly get the idea.

Pain when feeling playful and one is not wearing shoes:

Face planting on stairs when she feels like playing at bottom and you are going up:

Face planting with everything broken when she feels like playing at the top of the stairs:

Lately, she has also started trolling my family.
We've decided this is all because she doesn't get enough attention.
By “we” I mean my family has been watching cat shows on television too much.  The vet said she's healthy, so yeah... this shouldn't be happening.
She'll use the litter box, but still shit wherever she damn well pleases. 
She'll shit by the computer, by my parent's bed...  Every goddamn place. 

She also has an issue with my sister's dog.  This, I find understandable.  The dog looks like a failed muppet.
It's like something Jim Henson shat out on an off day and went “Ew.  That'll never work on Fraggle Rock.  Better put the sad little pathetic thing up for adoption before Gonzo accidentally blows it up or something.”

To clarify, this is a “hairless Chinese Crested” and it's the same breed as the dog once voted ugliest dog in the world.  That particular dog was more like what my sister's would be after reading the Necronomicon, but as this particular “dog” ages, it's getting close to that anyway. 

Still, she's a smart stupid little thing.  Smart because she is very manipulative for a dog.  Stupid because we, as a family, aren't great at training things.

I'm amazed that I can take a shit by myself.  ...Though I learned by getting a treat of M&Ms every time I did it.  ...That says something.

So, while the dog adds a creepy factor (and likes to go for my kneecaps when I enter the house) and the cat is sharp... there are also the other things in the house.  We have a turtle who my parents desperately wish to get rid of (it lead to the death of the other turtle), a snake that is so freaking lazy that it doesn't even want us to try to pretend the food is alive anymore, and bugs.  Some bugs, like my sister's pet hissing cockroaches, are on purpose:

Some are not. 

Seriously.  So many freaking spiders.  I honestly don't mind spiders, until there are tens of thousands of them in my face.

They have hammocks now.  It's like a freaking spider hotel.

I mind silverfish a lot less now than I used to, but I think it's because I looked them up and took the time to learn about what they really do.  Cockroaches are neat to me now too.  ...Spiders just get worse the more I know about them.

EDIT: The actual web-hammock:

I had also forgotten about the kind of non-sequiturs you hear in this house.  Things like “It's on fire again” and “I didn't know if it was poison ivy, so I touched it just in case” or even “Dad, I'm trying to learn how to wire a cat's jaw shut!”  ...Most of these are from my older sister.  The fire related ones tend to be my father.  Either way, the fuck.