Friday, September 23, 2005

Legacy

I've always believed: I'm not like him. I'm stronger and I'll go farther than he did in every direction imaginable.

But more and more I'm seeing the similarity. Some things are so ENGRAINED.

So now I'm wondering. And I'm worrying.

Am I just like him after all?

I'm not feeling so strong any more.

Wednesday, September 07, 2005

The Box

I built this THING. It took me 2 weeks and it weighs 3 tons but it's finally finished. What the heck is it, you ask? Here we go.

*cue banjo music*

Back when we were kids, my dad built my older brother a "G.I. Joe Headquarters" for all of his G.I. Joe dolls--excuse me, action figures--and cars, equipment, etc. It was painted dark green with a beige camoflauge pattern which looked as though shortly after starting Dad realized what a pain it is to hand-paint camoflauge and settled for just a few very large beige blotches. I remember that it was sturdy and hinged with a latch on the front so that you could close it up, and it had a fireman's pole thru one of the floors. It was way cool, and no one else had one like it.

So for my son's 2nd birthday I did my typical impulsive, planless trip to Home Depot and bought wood, hardware, and paint and got started on a Buzz Lightyear Headquarters.

I chose plywood, because it was already cut in 2'x'2' pieces. I love power tools, but I'm scared of the circular saw. I used one in a dopey core art class in college, and I admit that mitre boxes are a truly snazzy invention, but let's be honest--that swirling blade can do some serious damage in the blink of an eye. And I blink a lot. So I let the schmoes at Home Depot cut 5 of the boards in half for the sides and shelf.

In retrospect, I probably should have shelled out the cash for some quality lumber because aside from it's ridiculous weight and blemishes that needed wood filler and primer (ha HA! A chick who knows about wood filler and primer!) the super-thick plywood I used needed sanding. More sanding than my arms were willing to provide. I borrowed a 25-year old electric sander, which was only slightly smaller than Ohio, but I guess it retired a few years back because it wouldn't start up.

After hours of hand-sanding it was smooth as a cat's tongue which was good enough, dang it. The goal, after all, was no splinters--it didn't need to be silk. I then thought I would paint it with metallic silver spray paint. I should have realized after the primer episode that spray cans are about the worst medium for painting anything other than a ghetto wall, but I tried it anyway and although it was a huge failure, my lungs are now all sparkly.

I used the 2nd can to paint two wooden parrot ladders I picked up at PetSmart. Pretty clever, hah?

Anyway, it's done and it could hold up against a cat 3 hurricane. My son received about 5 various action figure kits that will reside in the HQ, but I'm not convinced that he wasn't more thrilled with the cardboard boxes that the figures came in...

Tuesday, September 06, 2005

Virgin Blog

I've blown it already.

The original idea behind this blog--and btw, I intended to do this ages ago as an online journal but never got around to it and this blog-in-a-box thing is just so handy--was so that I could annonymously vent my frustrations as a sort of self-therapy, pointing fingers and cursing the people and situations that daily hinder my ability to be SuperWoman.

But I registered it with my own name in the title. And linked it to my own site. Might as well add my SSN and shoesize and send an email blast to my mom and all her friends.

I'm such an idiot.