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Jan. 17th, 2001 07:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
verbminxT says, in a message I didn't get til after I logged off,
is it the same How To Draw Comics The Marvel Way horribly narrated by stan lee and drawn by john buscema?
Yes, T., it's that How to Draw Comics the Marvel Way. It's an optional text for my drawing course, along with The Anatomy Coloring Book (which I'm going to settle in with a little later tonight).
Just watched Down To You - a sweet movie I've seen too many times. Freddie is yum. I feel so immature when I say that... like at 24 I'm still supposed to be mourning River Phoenix or to be above celeb crushes. The movie makes me wonder if anyone has ever been enchanted by the smell of my perfume or hair, and makes me remember how I used to put a small spritz of my perfume on the curtain in front of my then-boy's perpetually-open bedroom window before going away for a few days, so that he'd be haunted by my scent... at least in theory. (this will probably only make sense to the three other people over the age of 21 who have seen this particular movie.)
I feel pretty dreadful, and am in a lot of pain at the moment***, but I have to go to a Rauschenberg exhibit for school tomorrow. "Bring your sketchbooks!" says the teach. I look at the current barren state of my sketchbook and think that perhaps I will bring my "old" sketchbook that looks like someone has actually been drawing in it, rather than sheepishly presenting this semester's model.
I am going to go snuggle up with a cup of tea and my blue velvet frog and the N-cat, and divine new and spectacular ways to slack off. More pills will be involved, I'm sure, and wheat-free brownies might also enter the picture.
***pain about which, I might add, I feel really lame, since I've just been looking at Vera Little's site and thinking that I have little to complain about in the scheme of things. I mean, at least I have a foot and lower leg that can hurt. Buddhas everywhere.
is it the same How To Draw Comics The Marvel Way horribly narrated by stan lee and drawn by john buscema?
Yes, T., it's that How to Draw Comics the Marvel Way. It's an optional text for my drawing course, along with The Anatomy Coloring Book (which I'm going to settle in with a little later tonight).
Just watched Down To You - a sweet movie I've seen too many times. Freddie is yum. I feel so immature when I say that... like at 24 I'm still supposed to be mourning River Phoenix or to be above celeb crushes. The movie makes me wonder if anyone has ever been enchanted by the smell of my perfume or hair, and makes me remember how I used to put a small spritz of my perfume on the curtain in front of my then-boy's perpetually-open bedroom window before going away for a few days, so that he'd be haunted by my scent... at least in theory. (this will probably only make sense to the three other people over the age of 21 who have seen this particular movie.)
I feel pretty dreadful, and am in a lot of pain at the moment***, but I have to go to a Rauschenberg exhibit for school tomorrow. "Bring your sketchbooks!" says the teach. I look at the current barren state of my sketchbook and think that perhaps I will bring my "old" sketchbook that looks like someone has actually been drawing in it, rather than sheepishly presenting this semester's model.
I am going to go snuggle up with a cup of tea and my blue velvet frog and the N-cat, and divine new and spectacular ways to slack off. More pills will be involved, I'm sure, and wheat-free brownies might also enter the picture.
***pain about which, I might add, I feel really lame, since I've just been looking at Vera Little's site and thinking that I have little to complain about in the scheme of things. I mean, at least I have a foot and lower leg that can hurt. Buddhas everywhere.
