Bali is well enough to bitch LOUDLY, that we lock her up in her "room"(walk in closet in the living room.) Mostly its so she doesn't get hung up on stuff in her bandages,and to prevent her from trailing ...filth everywhere.
She has been trying to tear the door and yelling at it for a good five minutes, then while i was typing this she got quiet, and i hear "crunch crunch" of kibble :) soo close to the end of this nonsense.
Anyhow, one critique left, one last day of push/make/do/create.Then poncing about with a plastic tumbler of wine talking about conceptually,_______________________work is________ and ______ and this piece ________ is more __________ than this other _________.
Here- pictures of various things in my week.
for reals, a robot girl, this is probably going to be painted over.
a pole by my bus stop harassed me the other morning, so I took a picture.
Alcatraz, on the way to school, Hyde and Lombard basically.
My Pooka I made for class.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9Lh_0PUjSI4