Today We're FEELIN' GROOVY about:
~Trader Joe's has rice crispy treats again! They are good, but not as good as the kind in the white paper bag that they used to sell.
~Contests and give-aways everywhere: Funky Finds is giving stuff away here and Art Army-er Paula has a contest here. I love the Funky Finds blog. I read it every day and wish I could buy everything. Speaking of buying everything, the 20% off store wide sale at my friend's online jewelry shop, Ellora, ends on thursday! I had a gift card and got myself a little jewelry gift. I'll post a pic at the bottom of this post so my nice formatting doesn't go all weird.
~ It's a beautiful, beautiful, beautiful day here in So Cal.
~Next week my husband and I are heading up to San Francisco for Thanksgiving. If you have not wandered around an empty San Francisco with a camera on Thanksgiving Day, you have not lived. I got a new book to read while we are there, The Journals of Lewis and Clark. I had to get this book because Karen is obsessed with Lewis and Clark and I am afraid if I don't read it I will never fully understand what she is talking about. I do know, after being with Karen on an airplane for a few hours, that it is Suh-kah-guh-wee-uh, not Sack-uh-juh-wee-uh. [note: we will be heading to central and northern California after Thanksgiving for book related fun]
Our Bêtes Noires:
~The word indie. Oh my Buddha! People! Please stop using it to describe things as cool or not cutesy. Indie is not a style. It's short for independent. If I see the words indie artists, indie crafters, indie knitters, indie writers one more time I will FLIP! It's as annoying as chai tea. Indie films were called indie films because they had no funding from a major studio, not because they looked all cool and scratchy. If you are your own brand and you are backing yourself, it's a given that you are indie. Just call yourself an artist. If you are an artist who designs stuff for a major corporation, you're still an artist.
~I accidentally started watching General Hospital again while I work on some indie art. I stopped watching when everyone was being held hostage at the Metro Court and now I see everyone is trapped on Creepy Cassadine Island. Now I can't quit again because that Hottie Jason admitted to being Jake's father and now I have to know if he ends up with Liz.
This is the pretty purple necklace I got. I love it.
Here is another little movie about why the writers are on strike.
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