Monday, December 15, 2008

dog stuff

I am trying to create something for the Art Show At the Dog Show in Wichita, Kansas. Its always a great show - sometimes I get in even. I'm afraid the mime is taking away from the dogs but he is somehow a sexy fellow - what must I have been thinking?? At any rate, the emphasis should be on the dogs so i am afraid he'll have to shrink or be rejected outright.

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

Befouled by technology

You can create 'til the cows come home - but if you can't print it - it devolves to your heirs to somehow crack the computer code and reproduce your little designs. I am in the 3 year cycle for Apple and Epson. That is a built in Dr. Kevorkian has planted a wee wittle cyanide pill in my - to me- very expensive Adobe programs and my printer. My printer is deemed one sufficient to meet the needs of a semi-pro. - what the hell is that you ask - well apparently you purchase the best you can afford from good ol' Epson and they decide - based on your ante- whether you are a pro or a scrapbooker with a head cheer leader as a place marker for Jon Benet Ramsey. Now I suppose I could enter one of their bogus "win me's" for the 7900 but we would have to remortgage the house to afford the ink.

As it stands, i have the 2400 now superceded by the 2880. My 2400 has put its foot down - it has wearied of such onerous tasks such as printing custom sizes. Try as i might, it simply refuses to print a 5X7 Christmas card. Furthermore, printing on velvet art paper from the rear is not to be tolerated. I, know - the little yellow exclamation warning thingy - so cute- tells me i have given the wrong signal, the wrong paper size, the wrong this that and the other. But no, I scream into an unfeeling cosmos - i have done everything right. Still, the hopping distress signal. But what the hell am i thinking my printer is 3 years old - in human years that is 256.

This moves me to the mac GS5 I have - the be all and end all. Only mine, I am told predates the intel component. My machine, it transpires is yesterday, a dinosaur. Steve Jobs is ashamed he even sold the thing to me. I purchased a plug in - the machine had a major hissy and Photshop refused to aknowledge me - me of all people - me who makes the whole bleeping thing go (as Gov. Blagoyevich would say) me who has faithfully upgraded right along as Steve has urged me to do. I haven't gone to CS4 - economic down turn and all - but other than that, i have been a fellow traveller in Steve's vision of Mac and Adobe. The man who created the plug in assumed that since photoshop refused to aknowledge me and therefore did not recognize the serial number of the plug in I purchased, assumed i would be buying a brand new computer - complete with intel immediately.

Well folks, I need a bail out. Chicken feed when you compare me to Wall Street, GM et al. I know, I know - whereas i have probably made but a few hundred from my work (I don't count the folks in India who rip off my designs - hey if they can make money off of them they are better men than I am Gunga Din- I just say - i've got the begging bowl out with all the rest. Alas, i have hit the rubbish heap built in regarding Mac and Epson - yet, I still have these gosh darned creative ideas - :Gotta dance - Gotta dance. I may have to take the tarp off the printing press and buy some new oil painting brushes. Technology sucks.

Monday, December 8, 2008

hitler - geobels et al

Sorry i have neglected this blog but helzapoppin. I just saw a documentary on Goebels. His diary was read by Branaugh - it was a PBS effort. i'd have to give it a C. It seemed very selective- you had to know what transpired between his written passages to really see the thing in context. i have to think that anybody 18-30 wouldn't get it all. A pert young lass in a creative writing class I took, felt she would have some cache by way of being a transplant to Germany for two semesters as part of her academic program. My proffesor asked her how many nazis ( is the plural nazie) she met in her academic exchange student ramblings. Thinking she'd be the jolly good fellow for the day she was somewhat taken aback. None she said - of course not - none. He said jokes on you - they all were.

Seeing the videos of two closet homos was somewhat comical. I kept waiting for Margaret Dumont and harpo to show up. The fat ass Goering in his Gilbert and Sullivan Costumes of the Modern Major General. The tiny rat king Goering - so many people he vowed would be exterminated who had slighted him, disrespected him or his mother, under- esitmated him or, God forbid, were Jewish. That sick devotion of Hitler. And H - himself. As my old father would say - a trio of limp wristed bastards. The shocking distortion of a burned human being - in his case, he looked like a cane toad with a diaper on. And the sick a-hole killed his children - they were laid out like cord wood. Madness! Are we headed there again?

Are we ripe for it now. Hitler said he was going to change Germany from top to bottom. So says Obama - the only thing that separates the two scenarios is the fact that Republicans are 43%. When Hitler took over the financial engines were bankrupt. He promised to set Germany back on its feet and put every man to work. I'm hoping Obama is just an idealist and that his vow to place an energy meter in every home is but the pie in the sky dream of a man who will soon face the reality that this is America not Sweden. If Santa is really good to me this year, i'm wishing Pres. O will see the folly of forcing every american to public service for two years - we ain't Israel. It would be lovely but it can't be forced unless we want to throw over what America is. And oh yes, rich people aren't evil. I'm not rich in any monetary way, but I support the efforts of those who are rich. If the dollar bill and the getting o' it is their reason detre, then have at it.
Remember the Mellons, the Carnegies, the John Beresford Tiptons and God Bless them for their donations of arts, libraries, insitutes of learning. I don't think Jeeters Lester would have the imagination to spread the wealth. He'd spend it on a meaner fighting cock. So much for my opinion of the great unwashed.