The Infinite Ramblings of April Compo

The Infinite Ramblings of April Compo

Tuesday, November 29, 2011

In Da Hood


There is a darkness looming over the tree tops. A darkness that isn't welcome. Will this small, redneck town that doesn't even seem to notice the looming darkness be able to survive? What has been happening out there, deep in the woods? Down in the "sink hole"? I cannot say...
...I can only say there will be a story to tell if one lives to tell it.

Sunday, November 20, 2011

Twenty Bird

Lesbians love Tweety bird. What's up with that? I hate television. I wish there were more variety shows. I wish people weren't so into drama. There are tons of acorns falling around this house. I can't go outside barefoot. I got a new charger/USB cord for my camera. From China. I've been taking some video of Naomi. She sure is an entertainer. sigh... I'm hoping to make a picture story with Jason one-o-these days. I even made a paper mache prop for it and it looks GOOD. Time just seems to escape us on his days off of work. I applied for a job a couple days ago, it's only two days a week. That would be awesome. I could really use some time away from this house. Muh. I like shrimp.

Thursday, November 10, 2011

Crustables

They sell peanut butter & jelly sandwiches without the crust in the freezer section of your local grocery store. With THAT out of the way, I'm here to tell you about the fabulous world of paper mache: it's fabulous. I started making a few things today, what an enjoyable and CHEAP craft. Flour, water and paper. No, not fancy paper. Old newspaper. Of course, you could add in some masking tape and cardboard and acrylic paint and, if you want a glossy appearance, a clear coat of water-based polyurethane. I found a website that inspired me: ultimatepapermache.com  wow. That chick is GOOD. And where is she residing? Oregon. I've never been there, is it swarming with various mosquitoes? I don't even care, I just want to surround myself with beer-drinking vegans and paper mache artists. I want the people around me to think it's awesome that I live in an old van with a hammock and that I make money by selling crocheted halter tops for babies on etsy.com. Ya know? Otherwise I'll just have to start taking medication.