Exactly How Hell Feels

I saw this badge on someone else's blog today as I was ambling lazily through Blogger links. I think it rocks.



Kudos to whomever I stole this from. I would have given credit, but my brain is peanut butter right now...molasses...

Hell Zombie!

I knew Rob Zombie was a bad ass. Aside from being a fellow horror movie freak, he's also veggie! I heart Rob Zombie!

http://www.goveg.com/f_rob_zombie.asp

Delighted Friday In Hell

I've been so super into fabrics and yarns lately, just from cruising 'round Etsy and learning about people's spinning needles and clever animals and scraps of this and that. I find more and more girls I wish I could hang out with, or be like, or talk to. Sigh. Here's one of them. I would just love to create and stitch and glue and knit all day long.

I'm hanging out tomorrow with my little scrapbooking circle. At least that will give me a little fix of creative community. While I love my friends in Bennet to death, they have these lives that are so different from mine. They have kids, which is the main difference. So, that means that they necessarily have to be concerned primarily with family. It's understandable, but I can't really empathize as I have no children, nor want any in the future. I just can't relate. Plus, they don't just sit around and craft all day and get all giddy at the fabric store like I do. The feel of a moorhouse farm melt-in-your-hands wool yarn doesn't make them smile and sigh.

They do have just about any scrapbook supply, between them all, that your little heart could hope for. That's cool. They're fun to drink with and smart to talk to and I always want to hug my friend Roach. She must think I'm weird. Or a lesbian. I'd love to just cuddle with her though - not in a sexual way. I'd never go for any of my friends that way. Sure, they're all adorable, but it would just be too weird. They're all married too, as if that would stop me. Anyway, this just turned into a weird post...I'm creeping myself out now.

I'm working late tonight. Which means that I'm sitting here in a perfectly silent office because everyone's gone home. I'm not really doing any "work" per se, I just have to be in the office for my allotted timespan. Theoretically, if anyone were here and they asked me to do something, I'd have to do it. Make copies or something. I wish they'd let me knit at my desk!!!!! Maybe next time I stay late, I'll sneak out the needles and twiddle some yarn...on the sly...

Hell Can Be Liberating

Yesterday was not a good day. Primarily, I was still angered and upset by the situation with Mr. Assface (formerly my bf). Secondly, my uterus decided to explode. Then, I ended up eating 2 dinners because Mom invited me to her place for some soup and Dad was expecting me home, so he made some soup. The soup was great, but someone with my expanding waistline does not need to eat 2 dinners. All I really wanted to do was crawl into bed with a heat pad and crash out.

Today, however, was a decent day. I found out that I got second place in a sugar skull decorating contest that I entered. Got the consolation prize. Not too shabby. I also realized how liberated I feel, now that Mr. Assface and I are "over". I was really feeling constricted in that relationship. All the critisism and controlling behavior! Whew! Now I'm free to listen to whatever the Hell I feel like listening to. I can hole up at home and create my ass off! I spent most of my afternoon on Etsy. It's so inspiring! There are so many creative ideas floating around that website.

So, tonight after I shower, I'm going to work on the super-soft semi-challenging dragon scarf I'm knitting for Mom. Then, maybe kick back and watch a movie (to review later). I even have some ideas of how to make nifty Christmas cards and earrings. The mind is abuzz with crafty juices at the moment. I feel so much better now!

The trick is remembering to keep myself in "the zone" and not bother with these pointless relationships anymore. There's so much to do and so many things to work on, I really don't have time for any lameness. And, there are plenty of social occasions coming up with my friends to enjoy. So, I can be single and not housebound! Ha!

Proverbial Hell

"Don't fall for the man who promises the moon. Love the one who delivers it." ~ Neko proverb

Yes, the bf and I are broken up. But, since I try not to make a habit of trashing people I know online, I will refrain from typing up the long list of reasons why it didn't work out. I'm pissed off about it, sure. But, I'm not really all that sad about it. I'm just very, very angry. My only regret is not getting to see that puppy grow up. Such is life, I guess. Jesus though - will I ever have a relationship that actually works out, or am I too fucked up from past relationships to handle another one? At the moment, I'm not terribly impressed with the masculine gender.

Trick or Hell

Instead of candy this year, I'm giving out cigarettes.

Tenugui In Hell

Holy Flying Crapsicle, people.
This is getting rediculous. Is there an end to all the cute Japanese stuff for me to crave?!

Tenugui

Amigurumi In Hell

Holy Christmas Crap!!! I just discovered Amigurumi. I think this is the start of a long and beautiful friendship. Turns out that this is what those White Stripes and Zombie figures I spilled about earlier are. Just what I need; another hobby.

What's Fat and Orange and Grows In Hell?

(Okay, so who knows if pumpkins really grow in Hell. I just had to include that somewhere in the title.)

It's fall here in this city and the weather has turned, along with the leaves. It's true that I hate the cold weather, but I'd forgotten just how nice the season can be. The air gets a little chilly - enough to pull out the heavier sweaters and long pants. But, it's not winter jacket weather yet. Fall also marks the approach of my all-time favorite holiday. Halloween!!!

One of my top favorite things about Autumn is pumpkin. Pumpkin pie, pumpkin bread, pumpkin muffins, pumpkin seeds, pumpkin cheesecake, pumpkin carving, pumpkin scented candles, and the ever-so-irresistable Starbucks pumpkin spice latte. I have a powerful urge to run to the store and find ingredients to bake something pumpkiney with. Maybe something with raisins and molasses. Mmmm. Cloves, nutmeg...

Autumn is also time to break out the knitting needles. I'm most of the way through an orange, yellow and brown scarf for the bf. Mom put in her request and I'm making her a dragon scarf next. The kit just came in the mail over the weekend and I was purusing the instructions over dinner tonight. I can't really figure out how all the pieces join up, but I'm sure I'll get it once I start working. After that, I've got a hat for the bf that I need to make. Forget all the Xmas gifts I need to start on. Sometimes I wish I could just quit my job and make things all day long. As independent as I am, and as much as I champion the women's rights cause, I can't help but think it would be nice to have a guy pay all the bills while I stay home and do my thing.

Oh shit....I forgot to pick up my damn meds again! Looks like I'll have to cut this short.

Hell is 451 Degrees

I love books. I just went and spent $50 that I don't have at Barnes & Noble. I can't help it; it's like an addiction. Maybe if it took longer than 10 minutes to walk to a bookstore, I could restrain myself. However, there are 3 bookstores I can walk to on my lunch hour. My mother tells me, "I'm going to pay off your fine at the library, so you can quit spending all your money at B&N." I tell her that I don't want to borrow books, I want to own them - I want my own library. To begin with, library books have been handled by who knows how many who-knows-whos. Ick! I don't know where those books have been! Secondly, the kind of books I buy are almost always off the wall reference books (The Encyclopedia of Guilty Pleasures) or neat-o craft how-to books (Heart Felt). So, it isn't like I'll give the book a once over and be done with it. They're the kinds of lovely volumes that can be reached for again and again and may produce useful crafts (if I ever get around to it). So, throw the library idea out the window.

Here's what I walked away with today:

The Crafter's Companion: tips, tales and patterns from a community of creative minds

Wreck This Journal by Keri Smith

Craft Inc.: Turn your creative hobby into a business by Meg Mateo Ilasco

I just want to hole up somewhere and create things. I spend too much time at the BF's house, not doing much but getting drunk and watching movies. I want to breathe new life, dammit!!

People In Hell Want Ice Water

Lately, this blog has become a storage facility for all the cool links I find online. There hasn't been much actual "blogging". Today, I was looking at pictures of zombies, in an attempt to formulate costume plans for the coming holiday. I came across one girl's blog. She makes knitted zombies. I think I want to have sex with her, just for that. I added her as Cakeyvoice at right. She made knitted White Stripes too. Where does this chick live, because I'm going to find her and rip her clothes off?

Hey, did you know Runts candy now has pineapple? Freakin' weird. No wonder I'm so hyper.

Oh, "what's been going on?" you ask. Long story short - work sucks major league ass, the relationship is topsy turvy, I haven't been home much, and I'm just as broke as I ever am. Going back to NYC in December.

Ta for now. Got to go get my smoke on (yeah, I fucked up the quitting thing again).

The Sweetest Ideas Are Born In Hell

This idea freakin' rocks! If I still had any friends left, I'd use this idea for a little shindig. Maybe when I finally, finally find an apartment, this will be my housewarming party idea. I do have friends though, it's just that the closest two of them have either screwed me over or don't talk to me anymore. But, my bf has lots of friends, so maybe I will get along with them. He's got one close friend who also happens to be his ex-girlfriend. I am SO trying to be mature about it, but it really bugs me. He asked if I wanted to go meet her last night and I said no. I was feeling cranky and insecure and drunk. When I finally meet her, I want to be really cool about the situation and not treat her like shit for no good reason. After all, who's with him now? Right, I am.

Klickity-klackity Hell

Hey You,

Yeah, you with the rolling luggage. Are you on your way through the airport? No, I think not. I know you’re just going to work with that thing. First of all, you’re a freakin’ retard. Secondly, if you trip me with that crap one more time, I’m going to put you in a wheelchair. Nevermind the dirty look you gave me when I kicked your crappy baggage, as if it was my fault; as if you didn’t just cut in front of me with that bullshit bag you’ve got there. Is it such a strenuous task to pick something up with your freakin’ hands and carry it? Do you have bowling balls in that thing that you’re dragging around behind you? I’m going to smack the living shit out of you with your own stupid wheeled briefcase. Get a god damned backpack for that shit.

Love,

Neko

A Quickie In Hell

Okay, so I've been out of touch lately. Neko found herself a new bf. It's pretty rad. Neko likes to drink red wine and pop Xanax. Fun! Neko can't wait for her friend's b-day party this weekend. She's got a Guitar Hero jonse.

Wallowing in Hell

The man of my dreams just got married. Not only did he get married - he got married in my town and just after I saw him last. I'm devastated. It's like a kick in the stomach and then a knee to the grill on the way down. Ouch. So, I'm spending money I don't have in bars I visit alone. Life sucks ass. Whenever I was down, all through the divorce and my brother's death, I would look to him and think how happy I'd be if we were together. But now, I just don't know where to turn.

But instead of rambling even more about my heartache, I decided to finally post some pics of that painting I did. I wonder if I could get anything for it if I tried to sell it. I'm always so attached to my paintings though. Don't know if I could let them go. I'd feel like a whore in some regard.



This is the first preliminary work. Instead of sketching it out on paper first, I just grabbed a brush and went to town. It's too bad I can't have these inspired moments more of the time.



Here, all of the outline work is done and I'm ready to add some color. I did the outline in brown this time, instead of my usual black.



I'm starting to add the first hair color here. As you can see, I decided she should be a redhead.



The second hair color. I'm doing it in sections, as you can see. No rhyme or reason here, just spontanious.



The hair is done here I think.



I've started to add color elsewhere. I still don't think I had an idea of what I was doing, but I love the combination of orange and green.



At this point, I'd decided that things needed to be a bit more sinister and so I added a dark backgroud. I think this is when she became a zombie girl in my mind.



I had some extra paint and couldn't bear to let it dry, so I painted over the edges of the canvas on three sides.



Since zombie girl is part of my "chicks with crows" series, I needed to add an element of my favorite corvus somewhere. So, up in the corner is a feather, in negative.



At this point, I've filled in some more of the details and added some light blue shading to bring out the white on her collar and eye.



This is the final picture. I put in some blue veins on her neck and face to show that the poor girl contracted a virus of some kind, turning her into a flesh-craving undead creature.

A Wire In Hell

You know what gets me hot these days?


Computer geeks.


No, seriously.

To JW, from Hell

Dear Jack,

Why is it that The White Stripes rock so damn hard? I recently picked up your new album, Icky Thump, and I must have listened to it thirty times since. I can’t get enough of it, from Conquest all the way to A Martyr for My Love, which is my favorite track. After having been a band for so long, I guess I expected The White Stripes to get stale eventually. I suppose that I am used to that from a lot of bands who keep putting out what are essentially the same songs year after year. I am also used to only finding about half of an album enjoyable, whereas I can listen to The White Stripes (any album) all the way through and love what I hear.

I met you briefly when you were in Denver with The Raconteurs. I was the girl standing next to the guy with the foot high mohawk. No, I don’t expect you to remember, especially since I was entirely too star-struck to say anything to you. All I could do was shake your hand and stammer. I’ve spent a lot of time hanging out by tour busses, trying to meet my favorite stars. But, I was so impressed by how friendly and appreciative you were to all of your fans standing outside that day. Sorry to say, but I thought whatshisname was a prick. That’s probably why I’m not as much of a Raconteurs fan.

Your show with Meg last year at Red Rocks was amazing! I really hope you stop by again soon for another show. Thanks for putting out yet another kick-ass album! Say “Hi” to Meg for me too.

Love,

Neko

Milestone in Movie Hell

Guess What?! I have reached the 50 mark over at Neko Goes to the Movies!!! It's been a lot of work and a lot of movies thusfar. My class project over at The Art Institute is actually the template for Neko Movies. It's not up yet, but we're getting close. There will be Flash and animations and loads of cool shit when it's finished - a totally new look for the site. I'm even going to change the title and give it it's own domain. So, look for those changes in the future. Oh, and thanks to the one person who's gone a voted for her favorite zombie movie. What the Hell are the rest of you waiting for?! Ghost? I'm so disappointed. Where's the love, man?

What Fresh Hell is This?

Hey, has anyone been over to Neko Goes to the Movies lately? I'm up to 49 reviews now!! And, there's a zombie poll going on right now. So, what are you wasting time for?! Go and vote!!

HellTunes

My boss is being a cunt and a half lately. And I've been going off and getting irresponsible with my new friend.

Here's today's listening choice:

A Martyr For My Love For You by The White Stripes from the Icky Thump album.