…in the scarlet and gray robe, once-upon-a-time goalie for THE Ohio State University Women’s Club Hockey Team…weighing in at one hundred thirty-five POOOOUUUUUNNNNDDDSSSS…ladies and gentlemen, it’s Barb “Madame Butterfly” Natividad!!!!!!!

and in THIS corner…dressed all in black, weighing just enough to smother you ’til you choke…ladies and gentleMEN…it’s the deadly duo…Barb’s FEAR & ANXIETY!!!!!

didn’t have much time to spend online yesterday, and not too much today, either. i did make it to the second in-take interview at the SSvcA. before arriving, i was in tears from the anxiety of not being able to find parking; two people ahead of me on two separate rounds around the blocks got spaces before i could; i didn’t have the cash to pay to park at the hospital, and no quarters with which to plug a meter. and i was running late.

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one of my two current landladies, Miss Britt (the other one is Adventures in Everyday Life), has prodded me to post! well, i can’t blame her, and if there are any new readers or surf-bys out there, just so you know, i normally don’t post only Star Wars book reviews.

i’ve been sick for a week, and i can’t believe it’s been this long, so all i’ve done is read Star Wars comics! i’m about to read James Ellroy’s The Black Dahlia, which is the current book selection of a Book and Movie Club that Brian and i are going to join. this club sounds cool because on the days they meet, they see the movie of the current book. or if it’s an older movie, i think each member rents the DVD to watch beforehand. lllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll (sorry–that was Hopper’s contribution.) after the showing, the book and movie are discussed over dinner.

my head isn’t as stuffy, but my nose is still running, like non-stop. and i feel physically exhausted. i’ve only left the house twice in the past week: on Saturday to see my therapist, who i haven’t seen in two weeks, and yesterday, which was the first day of the Beginning Metalsmithing class i’ve been wanting to take at the nearby Art Center. (yes, we managed to scrape up the tuition in spite of our financial setback–thanks a motherfuckin’ lot, IOP.) the intro class i took over the summer was only 4 weeks long, but this one is for 10 weeks and i’m very excited about it!

i can actually saw several pieces of metal at a time now, without breaking a blade more than once! woohoo! i’m currently working on a brass pendant in the shape of a star, but it’ll be made up of 6 pieces, not just one. each of the star’s legs will be connected to the body with brass jump rings that i make myself and then hammer flat so the legs don’t flop around.

it’ll be easier to post a picture, and i know i promised to post pictures of my last projects, but no matter how many i take, they all come out blurry because of the zoom. if i don’t use zoom, though, you can’t see the details. it’s been really frustrating. so i figured i’d just go ahead and give the pendant to my sister and the ring to my aunt as planned, and hopefully they’ll be able to take decent pictures. i’m pretty sure their cameras are way better than mine. but if anyone’s just dying to see the pendant (photos of the ring just wouldn’t come out), i’ll be happy to post one. or two.

well, off i go to lie on the couch reading SW comics–i mean, The Black Dahlia. heehee.

by Kevin J. Anderson

Kevin J. Anderson should stick to editing the Star Wars short story anthologies and stay away from writing comics. Although the opening crawl on the first page of each issue makes it unnecessary to read previous issues as it summarizes what’s happened so far, it’s way too wordy. Even the intro to the movies are only three short paragraphs long, not six wordy ones. In comics, the pictures are supposed to tell the story. Duh.

And what’s with Jedi-scholar Odan-Urr just handing over his lightsaber to Jori Daragon, who isn’t a Jedi, to use in battle? I don’t care if she was offered the chance to train as a Jedi when she was a child. She turned them down and is not a Jedi.

Lame lame lame. Read my original review here. or not. I didn’t like it the last time I read it, either.

by Kevin J. Anderson, Dario Carrasco, Jr., et al

I still wonder why they’re dressed like Greco-Romans. I didn’t like this the first time I read it, and no matter how many times I reread it, I still don’t like it. You can read my original review here. I’ve discovered that I can no longer write reviews the way I used to, thanks to the ECT treatments. *sigh*

…i’ve decided to indulge Jane and do this one. :p it’s a word association meme, not unlike Unconscious Mutterings. here goes:

1. kiss – Hershey’s
2. headache – sinuses
3. religion – St. Dymphna
4. fish – heads
5. chocolate – vegetable

and now for the 5 people i’m going to tag, all of whose names begin with the letter “M”: maggs, Mr. 12 Step, Mamazilla, Mark W., and Mark G. your words are:

1. glass
2. ass
3. crass
4. sass
5. lass

go to it, folks! oh, but here’s Jane’s “out,” which you’re welcome to use:

If you don?t want to play, here?s your out: Just pretend you didn?t read this post AND that you didn?t see my message on your blog.