The author is injured.
Please bear with me and my immobility.
That with which I write is currently out of operation.
Even oracle bones break though. Sometimes it’s the cracks that tell a better story. It just takes longer to type…
I’m a writer without a hand to write with, nor can I paint.
How Ironic.
Cheers
This is when I tire of painting… I turn to coloring. Sharpie Inspired.
There is somewhat of a reason behind this activity… as much of a reason that you’ll ever get from me.
When I was having my house built I asked for an extra cable outlet and plug—one of each. I got both of these, but I also ended up with about 4x as many plugs/face-plates that usually come standard in a residential dwelling. When I claim they are excessive, I mean that to the truest sense. I have one of those plugs about very 2.5 feet throughout the house and one about every 7 inches in my kitchen. I could power up half a BestBuy within my kitchen alone—it’s ridiculous.
So after spending a good two years painting walls in pleasantly obnoxious colors I was instantly annoyed with the multitude of white boxes glaring at me from every direction. It drove me nuts. The sharpies made their move (5) one beer infested night and then I let myself subdue the electrical after-effect with the slightly more professional acrylic paint as the second (4) white box became a memory.
It should also be noted that I could very easily live my life with a total of two plugs… so the superfluous power appendages made their existence a bit more daunting to my sanity.
April 29th, 2009: Two new additions
May 17th, 2009
