Knock wood, J-dogg.

I just outed my art self to a co-worker who's a brilliant artist. Like, not my doodling stuff, but my portrait-a-day photography. He was trying to brace me that his art is seriously weird, but I think me stressing he'd never see some of mine EVER helped open that barrier. His stuff is fascinating--I felt adrift and... well, Amy knows what kind of insecurity I bring to the party. In spades.

And the questions he asked me about my photographs--he's really into this. He's an artists who does IT to pay the bills. He's really about story and experience and dedicated to craft. It's impressive and not a little uninspiring.

Now to see if I can scrape together anything PG on my tablet to show him.

Whoa, Blockbuster: [link]

I can think of lots of things you could show him! No idea if they're on your tablet, though.

Jesse, fingers crossed! Second interviews are a good thing.

We started a new test cycle at work, and my manager sent an email to the group: "Please validate your defects."

I spent the rest of the day resisting the urge to reply, "You want a note from my doctor, or my family, or both?"

I hope you get good news, Jesse.

Uhg, I cooked up some cauliflower soup tonight. That's not the uhg. The uhg is I don't like the house smelling of onion and shallots. Correction, I don't mind it for a few hours, but after that, it just reminds me of sweat. Luckily, warm enough I can open up the windows. I wish my oven vent actually vented outside.

Whoa, Blockbuster:

I thought they were already closed?

ARGH. I am being nibbled by ducklings.

You know when you feel like puking must at least improve things?

Yeah.

Unrelatedly, I'm organising the perfect present for my sister (personalised memorabilia), and I'm crafting a fakeout present--Colin's signing a head shot to her.

I am a little worried I'll be too convincing and she won't like the real thing...nah...

Oh ita, I'm sorry it's been such a week.

You know when you feel like puking must at least improve things?

Yep. It's awful.

I love how thoughtful your gifts for your sister are. I had an idea for my brother today and Googled and then half gave up because it's not simple and it'll either go over really well or really terribly. I don't need that anticipatory stress added to Christmas.

I'll discuss this in a meeting tomorrow with the department heads, but any ideas from creative thinkers would be appreciated . . .

Float the idea of a BBQ-off. Essentially another pot luck, but if you have competitive types it could be fun.

I wonder if I get to keep the two Blockbuster DVDs I currently have. I definitely need to document my queue somehow. (Presuming the at-home service will be streaming only; the article wasn't fully clear on that.)