The place you live is an entity. Like you, it's never finished. Anyway, still have a few things to do, housewise. But the thing is, I love the internet. I have this miniature triangle that I love. As matter of fact, two of them and a miniature ruled that I have had for years with no end, since my Brazilian days. They come in handy besides being cute. I spilled some india ink and forgot about it. Well, didn't even know that it happened, until I was organizing my drawing stuff. I was pissed, I tried to clean the damn ink, and normal means weren't working. So, I googled it and there: Ammonia! Worked like a damn charm. I also had a pair of Mars pens, from way back when they're popular. I washed them, the last time I used them, year ago. But, when I tried to use them again... they weren't working. Damn. I didn't throw them away for sentimental reasons, just kept them. And then, I said, why not? If they're totally ruined, won't make a difference, anyway. So, they've been soaking in ammonia for a week. Dunno if they will work, but sure the ink is dissolving. Hopefully, a miracle will happen and I will have them back.
Another great thing I learned from the same site, liquid wax takes acrylic paint stains from linoleum. So beautiful. I ruined my kitchen floor with that paint from hell. I keep the floor clean, but the stains were getting on my nerves big time. And, oh god. It's all clean and almost white as it's supposed to be. I am so happy.
I had a few things to fix around the house, sanding wood and stuff. Well, I spread my tools as I went along, but when all was done and fixed, I collected the tools and in five minutes, order was completely restored. Amazing. I almost can't recognize myself, as of lately. This fish is becoming a little Virgo in her old age.
But back to the ammonia. I had some glass cleaner with it, but all this soaking demanded a full bottle of it. The bottle boasted the magic liquid virtues, among them, use it to remove odors. I mean whaaaaaaaaaaat? Ammonia smell like piss, well piss is made of it ( actually, I could have used it instead, but I decided that my experimenting shouldn't go so far) Well, nothing against ammonia, on the contrary, but goddamn it, use ammonia to eliminate odors? Capitalism has no shame, indeed.

From the series why is the Western civilization screwed. 1. Things must have a purpose and must have a meaning. 2. Things are there to fill empty space. As in the more stuff you have the better! I see a bright future for my Piscean art.

And more of the same....

Yeah, got a nice SLR last week, but no card reader. *sigh.* Oh the other hand, freaking beautiful. Changing the fstop and looking at results, freaking sweet. Will stop being a luddite for a second on account of that. Also, tons of pps. Smooth. I can ...do without the auto this and that lenses, so returning to my luddite self.

Eh

I still have this.
Let's make a place for reasonably unedited rant and such.
It doesn't fit well on the facebook vapidity, I am guessing.

My kind of duck or goodbye FM but I still miss my F2
For me Photography is like the game of chess, I know how to move the pieces but I will never win a game. Anyhow won't go into convoluted events, but basically I had to take a picture showing on...e of my flaws. Good thing about old age you just take a deep breath and shut up. So many flaws, which one to choose. Which is the most socially unacceptable? Smoking? Nah. I am an introvert, there. Don't bother me. Amazingly enough, I actually liked one of my pictures. But it was not taking a pic, I needed to shoop it. Something that doesn't make sense. Like even finding a good pic isn't enough. You have to shoop it, meaning, my best pic had to be shooped. Gods, I love school.

Just for the heck of it

Just another blog that nobody will read. Good. I just like to write, I don't really care if people will read it or not.
Just talking to myself, as usual. Actually, I am planning to write a story to vindicate a few other stories that I read and left me frustrated with fiction, people who write fiction and people who read fiction as well with the world in general.
Still one of the happiest realizations of maturity is: I didn't came here to fix a broken world. I came here to enjoy myself. It takes some work, but what the hell, helps to make time goes faster. And, yeah. If it all works well, I will enjoy writing this story.
Fact is, there's nothing to be fixed, and so much to be enjoyed. People create their problems and little petty doramas. I will create my little petty comedy. I just can't stand tragedy. If there's something in this world I've grown too old for, it's tragedy.
Why people complicate their lives to the point of tragedy beats the hell out of me.
Ok, I can't deny I've been involved in a few of them. But things started to change, when I said. let's make it simple. Starting by being satisfied with what I have.
Or working in that direction. In this world where we want things. We want so much and in 99.9% of the cases, it doesn't have anything to do with what we actually need. I kinda figure. When we are born we need to please the gods. AKA our parents. That sounds fair because if we don't please one such gods, we're doomed. They won't provide us with food and shelter and we will die for this world. And that's where all the dorama starts. Trying to please other humans to survive. We start by calling them gods and there's no end to it. We are raise to appease the gods, and they start coming in many forms. The god teacher, priest, boss, girlfriend/boyfriend, government, police. As we grow up, the world just grows polytheistic. And as good and devout believers we build ourselves and our lives as servants of eight million gods and then some. Wrathful gods, hard to please gods we have to serve each and every one of them gods.