So Mom was like, "I saw your blog. Poo poo poo poo poo!"

So I'm all, "I'm almost 40 years old! You can't say nothing!" That's my argument. It works for almost anything the 'rents say to me.
"Is that a new shirt?" "I'm almost 40 years old!" "Your sister called today." "I'm almost 40 years old!"
A real article over on
io9.

Speaking of my last post, I have to quote
Betsi Goutal's comment. "Ok, I'll admit that when your story reached 'That's when it's my time to shine. If you've ever watched a home decor show, you'll have heard that the best thing you can do is paint a room.' it was like watching some kind of surgery documentary - I was equally horrified and excited, because for a second there I was convinced you'd started painting dog poo and - being you - somehow had found some way to make it grungaliciously gorgeous. :D"

She thought I was gonna Paint. With. Poo.
Yeah. No. Let that sink in. That's how well y'all know me. Cuz probably of anybody I've ever met I'm the closest to someone that would actually do that.

Betsi, by the way, is reading my entire blog from the beginning (!!!!!) and mentioned
this post in which I analyze and learn design from an old fave-
Lorelei Eurto. She thought I should link to it as being edifying for a general audience.

She also just quoted me from my own blog the following.
"I apologize to any men who may have wandered on to this blog hoping for some techniques or deep thoughts about the universe. I promise after my period I'll... do some manly posts. About manly techniques and manly thoughts about the universe. Yeah."
You wanna boost someone's ego, quote them back to them.
You guys I have the best blog followers ever. I have a new bud who is a Canadian living in Spain who found me via
the book and now writes me about her struggles with art.
I have one who writes me these long involved convos where she keeps insisting how BADASS my stuff is- always in all caps.
I clicked on her avatar to get a closer look at it (it's of her cute dog) and on her profile page I saw just two different lists of favorites. The generic "Items I Love" and another: "BADASS jewelry by Marina Rios." *falls off chair*

And while I'm quoting. Also from last post's comments,
Beatnheart. "I fell in love all over with you marina...you never ever get old or stale... Your wild eyed way of looking at the world brings me indescribable happiness... "
*sniffs*

I got some dust in my eye, shut up.

Nook at a picture I took of my back patio.
That was hours ago and it's still snowing. By now that cake of snow on the table is just a tall cylinder. Tomorrow it's going to be -20 F (-28 C for all y'all lucky enough not to live in this great country of ours) with the wind chill making it -45 to -45 (-40 to -43 C). You'd think it were Armageddon. It doesn't concern me, I don't leave the house anyways.
(Edit: I fixed those numbers. I was converting the wrong way. Keep forgetting if we're Celcilious or Farghenhuten.)