Nothing of much substance happening this week. Been plenty busy and plenty productive: newly remastered CV and resume, plenty work on Phoenix class and with Phoenix students, etc. No energy being channeled into housework, however, and the place looks more like somewhere you might want to house zoo animals than anything. Well, maybe it's not that bad. You can still see sections of the surface of the living room library table, after all.

I was hoping to spend some time writing this week, but it just hasn't happened. I think next week is looking fairly likely for that kind of business, at least I hope so. I'm semi-itching to finish a semi-started essay that could satisfy an item on the Artifice wishlist. My choice would be to make something like a Schrodinger's box, but I haven't yet come up with the solution/idea/design for that one.

In lieu of an essay to talk about, since the semi-started pieces aren't quite started enough to know that they're going to remain what they're beginning to be, so discussing "what they are" seems a little presumptuous at this point, here are some pictures of stuff I've made.

Eddie Izzard has this bit about the Pope and Batman being the only individuals who go around in -mobiles that then segues into the Pope fighting crime with his Jesus Disks (makes arm motions like he's flinging Chinese throwing stars). That seemed like a good Christmas present for a couple of friends who are big-time Eddie Izzard fans - Jesus Disks - and the papal miter and disc followed.

The disc was burned with Gregorian chants before it was covered in religious and religious-looking images. Seems like crime fighting discs would have inherently more crime-stopping power if they carried beautifully sung prayers on their obverses. The papal miter is a little more "swinging sixties" than "St. Peter's," but I wanted to use fabric I already had, if possible. The flowered lamé is quite a lot louder than is evidenced by the picture, which makes me love it and which also makes it very difficult to find a use for.

I like needle felting. It's satisfyingly organically sculptural. You build up from nothing, or from a central mass (like a balled up and tied old wool sock), like sculpting with clay. It's possible to blend colors, add delicate nuances, create subtle shaping. Fixing mistakes or weirdnesses is just a matter of compacting the wool roving down until the problem disappears and then covering it up with more material. Plus, the actual felting process is all about being stabby, and that's pretty fun, too.

I made this little guy a couple/three months ago after I had my old garage door opening button replaced with one that wasn't a broken piece of crap. The board that came out was kind of cool, and I'd been thinking about trying to make some creatures/things with a mix of wool and other junk, and it seemed like a decent piece of junk to make a first try with.

I think he's pretty cute. (I just wish I had some decent lights/photo area/box for snapping objects. I *think* about making one, but have yet to do so.) His plug (the white end - it's the cord from a broken pair of old eighties-style headphones) comes out in case he feels like wrapping it around his "neck" for warmth or style.

The fat cat, Alexandra (also: Moose, Chubbadub, Wide Load, Fatso, Tub-o-Guts, etc.) likes him too, enough that I have to keep him on the higher table under the windows so she can't grab him off the library table and kick the crap out of him. Cat claws are pretty much the antimatter to the needle-felting needle's matter - they undo the very fabric of needle-felting existence and one's monsters are left loose and fuzzy and dis/decomposed.