Boudoir Dialogue

Rated 12+ with L for language

For as long as I can remember, I always talk to myself. Some people think that talking to yourself makes you "crazy" and "mentally unstable." I don't think so. I actually think it's quite healthy and it's helped me sort out many things, especially when I'm standing in the shower. Call me crazy... whatever.

My Fucking Opinion

Rated 12+ with L coarse language

Since when did talking become so fucking hard?

I shouldn't be talking (the thing between me and The Archenemy), but seriously, if you two pine for each other, just get it over with and get back together.

Chatroulette Quatre

Rated 12+

I only ever go on Chatroulette when I skype with my friend Isaiah, a violinist out in Amarillo. He and I were chatting each other up when he said that you needed an account to use Chatroulette. "No way!" exclaimed as typed it in to my address bar. You didn't... and once I clicked next, the people started coming. 

La Vida de Berta Conchas!

In being Hispanic, there's a certain advantage to it: white people and knowing (corrupt) Spanish. We learn it from our parents, and soon we learn English. In the time since (1999), I've forgotten most of it and now only know basic phrases and some curse words. It's in learning the language that takes me to explore it's curses.

The New Life Experiences

Coming soon (after I get over the shock) to the ESF.

Blowing Off Some Steam

Getting distracted while having to do a research paper. Fuck.

Assholes Don't Invite!

Today was a watershed day for the upperclassmen at my school. Instead of going in at the usual 7:30 AM, we were allowed to come at 11:45 and "relax" in the school coliseum.

I took advantage of this and slept in until 9 AM, and then messed around for 2 1/2 hours. And during that time, seeing how many people had gone to eat breakfast that morning, I made a little panel about it.

It Takes Everything You Got

While I was in Dallas last week, I found a small card reader and in it a 16GB memory card. I've been hanging on it since and while looking at the massive music collection on it, I've found a few songs that I've liked, including "Hey Jude," "Take On Me," and an intro to an '80s television show.

And thinking about it now... that intro sounds appropriate at the moment. To be somewhere where everybody knows your name... and when your husband wants to 'be a girl.'*

The Golden Rule (for Friends)

Monday afternoon, while limping to meet my ride after school, I ran into a good friend of mine, who I politely-call "Jewfro" outside near the bus lane. We began to talk and I immediately saw Mr. Rodriguez (the leg guy) walking across the lane, so I asked Jewfro to turn around and yell out his name*.

"[RODRIGUEZ]!" he yelled.

The (Black-and-White) World According to Eddie

I was away for the better half of last week, and I'll blog about that later this week. I feel like talking about this latest endeavor.

Back in January, during a watershed week, I colorized a B&W portrait of this women sitting on a leather sofa. After some advice on colors and a bit of detailing, I came out with a pretty good end product, looking very realistic. And then I tried it again, and failed when discovering how shading and exposure really affect the way a color looks on a certain part of the photograph.