MoonCat’s World

 I write posts in my head, talking about all the things that have gone on in my life. Then I get home and they sort of evaperate.

And now all I can think of is that the Mummy from ceremics made for a hella niffty insense burner...lol

I'm quite proud of the mummy. My ceremics instructer has asked me to put him the student art show this spring. I feel all twittery when I think about that. It's not competative, just an chance for people to show their stuff off. Still...twittery.

Lets see,  two weekends  ago saw the opening of Jay's show. He directed "A Talent for Murder" for CLTP. It was enjoyable. I missed out on most of this theatrical adventure though, because while he was busy casting, blocking, set building and arranging for show shirts I was locked in my little art room painting the billboards for The Haunted Atlas. (Has it really been 16 days since Halloween already?!) Being distracted like that was a good thing. Usualy by the time it's opning night I am feeling completly abandoned and resentful and  I want nothing to do with the show. But this time I was so distracted that I came out of a sort of artisit fog and went "Oh! The Show is almost up! Oh, carp, I have another painting to do." Which I did. Opening night it fell three times. I felt sort of both bad and good about that....

I am quite fond this painting's bizzare horribleness. It was supposed to have been painted by an adult woman with a brain injury resulting in the metality of a 15 year old.When I was fifteen I liked horses and bright colors. And skulls. Actually Jay asked me to put that in there. He thought it would be fun to make it "subtle" so that only the cast knew it was there. It's not subtle. That's alright though, people were trying to find meaning in the skull and it seemed to add to the whole experience. lol!

I'm pleased with the eye. It's human-ness adds just a bit more creepy-weirdness to the whole thing.

So this weekend the show ended and we have all our stuff back. (We have wonderful junk aorund the house that always ends up as set dressing, something I'm irrationaly smug about.)

Lets see, on the 12th, Jay, Dawn and I went to Denver to see Wicked. It was really wonderfuly wonderful and I loved it. I have read the book it's based on and, frankly, I like the show a hell of a lot better than the book. (To be fair, the show and the book have very little in common and the book is GOOD, it's just terribly drepresssing.) After we got back to town, Dawn and I hooked up with T and went to Sharis'. We've been doing "Game Night" a lot lately. We play hours and hours of Phase Ten and Uno and eat food that is bad for us but tastes wonderful. I think by skipping the whole child rearing thing I've gone straight to Bingo and Bloody Mary night with my girl friends. :)

I never did make it to the Cemetery to take picutres. But I did finish the book. Everyone I know should read it. I keep promising myself I'll go take cemetery pictures in the snow but I haven't quite brought myself to do it yet. That and the snow keeps melting off....
Well, it's supposed to.
Speaking of snow we got about 6 inches. It started snowing the day after we went to Denver. How is that for timing?

This weekend Cyn and I both had time off. (GASP!!) Since we work the same job and she works my opposit nights we never see each other. Well, we had diner and went to see Jay's show and I had a good time! I miss her. She is someone I can be myself around with out worry that she will think I am too weird. She just tries to out-weird me. :)
Come to think of it all my close friends are like that.

The other day the Dog got into the 'fridge and ate about half a chicken worth of fried chicken. This is the third time she's gotten into the 'fridge. we suspect she's got a thumb hidden some where....Her new nick name is Houdini Hound.

That's about all. Work is work and I am negelcting my house work for art. Oh, yeah the art! I was mutilating barbie dolls yesterday. This is the result.

It is in no way an orginial idea, and to  be honset I sort of get tired of the whole goth/tortured angel thing. But I just had this doll laying around, was feeling creative and , well here she is.

 Maybe someone will find deep significance in it and buy it off me. I have been wanting to try this sort of thing, adding found obejects to flat, painted surfaces. And while this result is....well it is what it is, I AM inspired to do more.

...I think I will got to the cemetery and take pictures.
I am reading this:

If you could only drink one beverage for the rest of your life (not including water), which one would you choose?

Tea. It comes in many flavors and can be served hot or cold. :)

Have you ever had a premonition? Did you heed it?
Submitted by aynge.

:gasp: I can tell the "Tracy's car" story! Wait, have I done that already? Oh,well.

Let's see, it was Halloween off 2004 and Natalie, Jay and myself had gone to Tracy's home in Montana for a nice visit and to do Halloween together.

The second day we were there it snowed. A lot. Non of us are strangers to snow so it didn't slow us down in the slightest. We went out for dinner the second night after the storm and discovered that the street next to Tracy's house was a huge ice slick. Her house was on a corner and she usually parked her car on that street, so she could use her side door, rather than her front door.

That evening after diner, with all of us in the car she went to park in her usual spot and just as she was about to turn the car off I got...well, a funny feeling.

I said
"Tracy, do you believe in premonitons?"

She said, "Sometimes."

"Humor me," I said "Go park in front of your house."

 

She did and we went inside. That was the night Natalie introduced us to Apples to Apples and after two or three rounds Natalie finally commented on the noise we could hear coming from out side. We had all been hearing it without really registering it for a while and Natalie said, "Look out the window."

We did and there, in Tracy's spot, was a car that had spun on the ice and was now stuck on her curb, facing the wrong way. The sounds we had heard were the driver's attempts to get his car free.

 

From then on, whenever I have a strong feeling about something I describe it as a "Tracy's car" feeling.  Those feelings can be pretty accurate.

What do you mean I give you treats? Pardon me while I laugh.....(Insert manical cat laughter here)

 

Happy Halloween.

Bucky...

Remember the "My Buddy Doll?" And the song from the comercial? Think of that while viewing these. lol!

 

 

 

Why? Because I can. And because I was once told by my brother that "weird for the sake of weird" had no meaning and he didn't like it. So I set out from that day forward to prove that, yes, there is a "meaning" to "weird for the sake of weird"

It's danged fun!!!!

 

Yes, I do plan to haul Gomez out to a play ground and put him on a swing. I wonder if I can get RFG to do a comercial parody based on that idea....

If you joined the circus, what act would you most want to perform?

The Freak Show, obviously. I would be a tattooed woman who could insert interesting things up her nose.

Or perhaps I would do an animal act wherein my cats predicted the future or achived stunning Criss Angel like feats. (Which for cats are nothing special. Mine walk through walls and read minds all the time.)

I would be in one of those odd circuses (Cicusi?) that had no clowns. Or...maybe I would be part of the clown troup and they would actual play up on the fact that clowns are basicaly creepy as hell. Yeah, I like that! We'd be the Evil Clowns and do our act based on that.

So, a friend of mine recently turned me on to this website.

Go a head and look.

Ok, now that you've looked and maybe laughed or exclaimed in shock "OMG! What was she/he/it thinking?!" I can make my point.

 See, at first I thought it was pretty funny. I mean the things people wear in public, not just to Walmart, can be pretty bad, right? I mean, if you go out like that you are almost asking to be made fun of, correct? It's just fun, right?

 I thought so too  until I started reading the little coments at the bottom of each picture. All those scarcastic, scornful and just plain nasty comments about people who are not pretty, perfect, "fashinable" or even clued in, started to make me feel kind of ill.

The more I thought about it the angrier I got.

Who the hell are we to judge?! Why is it ok to sneakily snap a picture of some poor woman's chunky, bare butt and post it on the World Wide Web just to point and laugh? We do it to celebrities and now your average Joe/Jane is a fair target!?  What does that say about us? 

I'm depressed by the fact that it is acceptable  to belittle strangers to make ourselves feel better. I mean, none of us is so special that we aren't judged and found lacking by someone else.

It's all fun and games until some one puts your picture on peopleofwalmart.com because you dared to be less than perfect.

 

 

 

Ok, I'm done. I need to go find my Wonder Woman Under-Roos and leg it to Target.

The Atlas Billboard Project is almost done.

Once upon a time in Cheyenne there was a haunted house that, rather than being boring and regular, took place in an actual haunted theater. It ran for many years and then in 1998 got axed.

Then in 2009 it became fact once more. The Haunted Atlas was always the baby of a good friend of ours. It was pretty significant for him to (finaly) be asked to head the HA  again. He asked me to do the outside marquees. Of course I agreed. (I was thrilled! I'm still thrilled, but in an exausted, "Dang, this is the biggest art project I have ever done from home" kind of way.)

 

I have more pictures, but here is a sample from board #2.

 

 

The actual "Haunted Atlas" sign is now hung too. (Excitment!)

I will post more pics of everything, when it's all done.

:)