I’ve been working.
And not in the that drowned out, head hits the desk before the vodka bottle kind of way. No. This has all been purely therapeutic — because it’s all been done FOR FREE. That’s RIGHT…. no invoicing. No management. No eons of cash spilling out of my ears — what? It isn’t 2004, PEOPLE. No. This is 2012 where most live in fear of, well… everything. And so, I’m open. Open to helping out. Open to taking on projects that, in 2004, I would have charged ungodly amounts of money for. Dammit. Damn it all. And it FEELS GOOD. Although, this isn’t to say I’m whoring myself out to just anyone. GET OVER YOURSELF. Their are reciprocal perks — I’m not that kind of girl.
It all started with the revamp of Studio 30+ — I’ve mentioned them before, and I used to stop by the old site occasionally to peruse the worlds of other bloggers. It was nice, but kind of like yelling echo into the winds of the Grand Canyon. Alone. Very, very alone. Since then, the management of such changed, things were afoot and they held a logo contest a few weeks ago for the new and improved site. (You can go there, but then come back… rudeness.) It was the announcement of said contest that made me glance around, realize that my muck boots were stuck in the succubus. WHERE WAS I?!? Grasping for the site of any shoreline, the fog began to swirl around me until there was nothing. Even my hand in front of my face was starting to grow dim. I was all about giving in and letting the high tide take me away when Steven Tyler gave credit to cocaine for Aerosmith’s ability to play every state in the country, nine times in seven years. I then sprung out of my stay-at-home-mom-day-dream to a repeat of the Ellen show, ran like a crazy person to my desk and churned this one out…
IT WON, YAY ME! And the new site is live. It’s all very exciting… BUT.
While this was going on, I was also in the midst of designing a logo for another friend… Isn’t it FUN?!
Yes, you can go to her site too. RUDE!
At any rate, this has all been unbelievably refreshing — kind of like spring, without allergies. Or kittens, before they become cats. It’s making me all hopeful and whatnot — you know, like there’s NOTHING wrong with oblivion. Look. It works for Steven…
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Bob Hope’s house, see amazing aerial photo below