Tuesday, November 30, 2010

Break the lock if it don't fit




Oh my GOWAD, Becky. She's ACTUALLY posting work.
Yes, my dear Dr. Twinkletits, it is true.
Teasers of illustrations to be posted in Paper Airplane. These particular ones go along with a story written by a gentleman I only know as "Woody".
Apologies for my absence.
xo
c

Monday, October 18, 2010

Wednesday, October 13, 2010

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I wanted to update on an up-note:
I'm going to see one of my favorite bands with damned fine company tomorrow night, and then off I go a-wenching for the last weekend of the Northern California Renaissance Faire this season.
I am grateful for everything in my life and I say that with the utmost sincerity (and enough sappiness to gag Walt Disney).

My loves, I miss you too.
Photographic evidence to follow in the next entry; and yes, honest to goodness ART to be posted. I tell no lies.

Adieu,
c

Friday, September 17, 2010

Puking children in aquariums

However, let us not dwell on the negative; I played with penguins today on a day trip to Monterey Bay Aquarium.
Made my month.



Hanging on by my fingernails.
Also: tis Faire season again, get on it.
Regards,
c

Saturday, September 11, 2010

Definition of "blog"

I think the only time that I update this thing is to indulge my increasing sense of egotistical journalism; a blue collar spawned wannabe Gonzo, minus the LSD. I don't represent a revolutionary way of seeing the world, nor am I the unintentional mascot for hallucinogens. I'm trying avoid the whiny vocals of Gwen Stefani; saying "I'm just a girl" is too much of a dismissal of the work I want to produce, and am reluctant to produce at the fear of offending one or many. The personal levity seeps out of the pieces that I am most fond of (and others approve, I would hope, unless you people have just been blowing roses up my ass). I need to put on the man pants and get this thing rolling.

The pandemonium of this past month revealed chaos to once again be my muse; while my other half studied his fire fighting statistics, I painted and drew my little heart out, tasteless horror movies blaring for white noise. So far "Killer Klowns from Outer Space" has been the top of the list.


Keep moving forward.

Saturday, August 14, 2010

Strong genetics


Love will tear us apart
again.

This week has knocked my dick in the dirt, my lovelies.
Top Five Positive Things In Cait's Life
  1. I am employed.
  2. I am alive (sign of the times that this is secondary to employment and means of income? Or Freudian slip? But I digress ...)
  3. I have both my parents (knock wood)
  4. I can draw and I can paint to maintain sanity, and when all else fails
  5. there is always sushi and beer.
-cait
P.S. Just tried Sierra Nevada's Kellerweis Hefeweizen.
... Not sure how to feel about it.

Monday, August 9, 2010

If I didn't have bad luck ...

As of Saturday my father has a broken collarbone, broken shoulderblade and four fractured ribs because someone didn't see him on his motorcycle and cut him off in traffic about two blocks from our house. He has no spinal or head trauma, which is good. However, I'm begging, I'm imploring, look out for motorcycles and bicycles on the road. We watch for you, please watch for us.


--
Update on the patriarch:
good news: he's been moved out of the ICU and took eight steps from his bed to the gurney they used to transfer him.
moderate news: he's still an asshole.
And I would not have it any other way
<3

Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Throwback


Just like saying you love someone, saying goodbye multiple times only retains it's meaning for so long. However this is the first time I've been able to say goodbye to her in the ten years I've known her. Sadly it didn't seem as though there was much of a difference
On a completely separate note: Faire season is fucking NIGH.
Speaking of fucking nigh, ever hear of the Cardinal Cross? I don't buy into/know much about astrology or anything, but this sounds really strange, and if you've been having a few bad (checks watch) weeks like I have, take a gander. Original article from realitysandwich.com
Always,
c
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Summer Climax: The Grand Cardinal Cross

Right before the moment of coherence is the point of maximum chaos. We are now there at the topof the roller coaster, zero point, chaos point.

Just two years before the Mayan calendar end date of December 21,2012, in the summer of 2010, 2 transpersonal planets, Uranus and Pluto, 2 social planets, Jupiter and Saturn, and 2 personal planets, the Sun and Mars, will confront each other upon the Cross of Matter in one of the most intense formations in all of astrology, often experienced only once in a human lifetime, a Grand Cardinal Cross. The waiting is over....

The Cardinal signs are the initiators of the zodiac, the outward, expressive thrust of energy in each of the four elements and seasons. Hence, Aries is Cardinal Fire and the spark of spring. Cancer is cardinal water and begins at the summer solstice. Libra is cardinal air and marks the equinox. Capricorn is cardinal earth and initiates the dark season at the winter solstice. Since they rule the seasons, the alignment of many planets upon the Cardinal Cross can literally change the face of the earth. We are about to embark on a time of dramatic change, mounting tension, and the aching pulse for a whole new paradigm for human existence.

In his Cosmos and Psyche, Richard Tarnas describes the rare experiences where multiple archetypal cycles overlap, involving Saturn, Uranus, and Pluto, as begins in 2010. We find this explosive dynamic during the French Revolution, the years 1964-67, and 1929-1933.

Tarnas writes, "Especially problematic in such eras was the extreme intensification of both widespread revolutionary upheaval and violent authoritarian repression in a tightly bound dialectic, mutually activating each other."

Those specially affected by this transit, with an important role to play as initiators of this will have planets at the first degrees of the Cardinal signs and the last degrees of the mutable signs, Gemini, Sagittarius, Virgo, Pisces. There will be a surge of intense stress, motivation, and passion in the planets located at these positions. Let them be your guides for your next phase of evolution.

Sunday, July 25, 2010

Wanted:

An HTML/Dreamweaver/CSS tutorial
to make my own website
and get away from this lameness
(sorry Blogger.com, but I'm starting to outgrow you. It's not y-- ... actually, it is you).

in exchange:
a home-cooked meal by yours truly.
And yes, I can actually cook.
Creepsters and complete strangers need not apply without good reason.

Wednesday, June 30, 2010

Feminism Doesn't Sparkle [outside link]

Working in a used bookstore, you get a lot of surprising questions/statements. Probably one of my favorites still remains to be, "Hey, so I'm looking for that Romeo and Juliet book by Ridley Scott?"
Anonymous bookseller: "... You mean by William SHAKESPEARE?"
Witless wanderer: "Yeah, that's the one."
But I digress ...

A friend sent me the above meme because I expressed distaste for the Twilight series, and have to bite my tongue when muscle-bound men and housewives have lined up, requested and belittled in order to get copies of the saga.
And now, another friend has posted this link, I was compelled, dear reader, to take it one step beyond, and give it the Caitlin Interruption nod (whatever the hell that may end up being worth).

"I love love. I think love is wonderful, but Twilight is not love, Twilight is not about healthy, equal relationships. Love is about equality. About partnerships. About trust."

I'm all for literacy, trust, equality and love. And no, I can't just read a book without analyzing it. Sorry lovelies.
[Edit: Why can't I just enjoy something for the enjoyment of it? Here's the explanation in a nutshell. And it was called "Moff's Law", and it was good]
Cheers to vampires the way they should be
(wrinkly, on the brink of decomposition and blood-thirsty)
c.i

Monday, June 28, 2010

Because there is [no]thing to report other than

"I'm allergic to the world when we are separated, there's nothing in my heart that's worth a-beating"


Epic stay-cation coming to a close on Tuesday, I've spent the last few days being social instead of completing the paintings I've started. I missed out on Pride because I'm terrified of crowds. True story.
But I digress ...

Check out this cool cat.
Circa 2007


Shameless sibling promotion? Yes.
Cryptic bloggity blogs when I said I would should be sleeping?
Present.

xo
ci

Friday, June 18, 2010

Bottom of boxes and backs of minds


I do tarot readings (or used to) on a weekly basis. I found this card at the bottom of a box of used books at my work.
Basic meanings of this card in particular:


Have an Effect
make your plans real
mold the physical world
use your body
experience nature
achieve tangible results
act on your dreams
get events in motion
Be Practical
take a realistic approach
apply the tools at hand
find a solution that works
use common sense
stop daydreaming
work with what you have

concentrate on what's effective

Be Prosperous
draw to you what you need
increase your means
grow and expand
enrich yourself
go out to meet success
seek abundance
become secure

Be Trusting/Trustworthy
accept that the solution is well in hand
have faith in others
accommodate uncertainty
accept others at their word
keep your word
prove yourself dependable
stick by your commitments
establish credibility
Apologies, I just like when things like this drop into my lap.
On that note, going back to painting.
xo
cait

Thursday, June 17, 2010

Recent Developements

  1. Maelie Ladylove has graciously offered to let me use her scanner/printer for the time that she is Aloha Mae (in Hawaii with her Navy boylove). Downside: recently paid off two major debts and therefore can't even afford the tank of gas to get down to San Jose to retrieve it.
  2. Attended "Seeing Red" at Old Crow Tattoo & Art Gallery in Oakland (in the magical time when I had gas in my car). This guy made me go out and spend my last few dollars on a canvas, to which I say thank you.
  3. I've been listening to Evelyn Evelyn compulsively since my return from Yosemite. And after overdosing on stupid from my shift this morning, it is sorely needed.

Friday, June 4, 2010

Death of the Wayfairers and Nipple Falls [An Adventure]



I escaped on Thursday after an eight hour shift to Mariposa.

After four hours of 2-lane highways, 7 mile stretches of construction littered with people who didn't know how to properly merge and pitch black night seeping in between my music, I finally arrived in Mariposa. I can't say Mariposa is a one horse town, but I don't recall seeing a stop light. I vaguely recognized the protruding storefronts in the darkness from my last visit circa 2002, although my journey resulted in going the opposite direction anyway.

Moral of the beginning of story:

a journey into the middle of bumfuck nowhere at the end of a workday tends to be far longer than it really should be.

Eventually made it to Casa de Granville, where Rew and I made cheesy scrambled eggs with toast and caught up on the past eight months since The Northern Renaissance Faire. Boggle was brought out for two games (apparently Trouble meets Scrabble?) until Go-Go arrived from Fresno. Food was unpacked and introductions were made to extended family and Mr. Bojangles (family lovable behemoth dog). We plotted out our attack for the next day (and a couple of fantasy treehouses, see picture included)
We tackled the Mist Trail successfully, despite sunburns and prominent nipples making their descent down from the top of Vernal Falls.

Long story long, and being rather long-winded, I conclude I must go back before the summer is over, at least for sanity's sake.


Saturday, May 29, 2010

Another Easy Rider goes down




Pabst Blue Ribbon, motherfucker.
RIP Dennis Hopper

In other news: going to a wedding in the country.
+
new idea for distribution of art

In Dreams,
xo
cait

Wednesday, May 26, 2010

Here it comes ...



Where in the mighty blue fuck has this year gone?

Best estimate for my art show: June. There's been some architectural malfunctions in the gallery itself, details to come.

Downside to this blog: I have no scanner to even give you sketchbook pages, but it's a double-edged sword; I wouldn't want to be THAT personal. (Odd, isn't it?)

Love, post-its and fucktards that shop my work,

xo
cait

Wednesday, May 12, 2010

Planning my escape


Just for pure sanity's sake.

A girl can only take so much retail and smog.

Plundered the seaside boardwalk yesterday with good company and large doses of caffeine. Staring contests with sea lions were lost, along with a few grains of personal dignity when discovering that I had set my canvas bag into a mound of seagull shit.
Overall? A successful blustery Tuesday.

Onwards to employment!
Vague Caitlin Update #18: I'm currently trying to learn how to sew. My fingertips hate me.
Regards and poopsicles,
cait

Saturday, May 8, 2010

My Childhood for Sale in Irish Hills, Michigan


I seem to recall a picture of me near this feline ancestor
around the age of 10.
["Pictures or it didn't happen"]
Oh, but it did, I assure you.

Who wants to lend me the 500k to buy it?

In other news:
Lucid dreams, and toast.
xo
cait

Saturday, May 1, 2010

Uno de Mayo


FREE COMIC DAY 2010

SUPPORT YOUR FAVORITE PICTOGRAPHIC NARRATIVES
AND VISIT YOUR LOCAL PARTICIPATING COMIC SHOP.
CAPS LOCK HAPPY.
But I digress.

Also, the use of a scanner will be rewarded with pie.
I need to update you guys with more than cellphone pictures of my stuff.
Onwards to comics, a picnic and hockey playoffs
It's been seven hours and fifteen days

cheers
c.i.

Friday, April 30, 2010

Little known fact

Random fact about Caitlin Interruption #3: I ♥ hockey. My favorite thing right now is following the Detroit Redwings v.s. San Jose Sharks semi-final series. First game of the series was tonight, 4-3 Sharks ^_^

Captain Obvious's fact of the day:
Caitlin loves comics. If I can even reach a fraction of this awesome, or even this, I will die a happy Caitlin.

Many thanks to Mr. Sumnicht for these gems.

P.S. Want to buy some of my art AND help a girl (aside from me) be happy? Stay tuned to find out how.

.see.eye.

Saturday, April 24, 2010

I have a tendency to wear my mind on my sleeve, I have a history of takin' off my shirt

Briefly:
Discontent? Moderately so.
Creativity has increased, though. A "wounded" Caitlin is a creative Caitlin.
Such a splintered thing.

Mae, I started the painting I want to sell to get you to Dain.
Yes, really.



Wednesday, April 21, 2010

Girl On Fire


Very interesting article and chart concerning non-monogamy, originally from Sexual Informatics: Non-Monogamy.
As we all know, love, sex & everything in between is rather messy. I've been coming to grips recently about consensual actions on my past and present relationships, what works, what doesn't, etc. Along with the expected kicking, screaming, whining and a smidge of insecurity, the easiest (and tactful) answer is this:
"the best we can do is honor what is alive in us in the moment."
I read that today and it made my day a little bit easier.
That and I baked a lot today. And cleaned. I felt like Martha Stewart, sans the scamming Wall Street thing.

P.S. Guess who's going to be showing work at Circle Academy in Emeryville within the next few weeks? Holler ^_^ Details to come.

Calling it an early night, i.e. before 3AM.
xo, caitlandia

Saturday, April 17, 2010

(You're my) Guilty Pleasure #11 or Not Whom You Would Think



With warm weather brings the remembrance of good music I've had the pleasure to witness.
And the misplacement of my voice (for a jabberjaws like myself? Oi ...)

I sound like that mouse from Disney's Alice In Wonderland
caitlandia

Friday, April 16, 2010

Oh bother

What's a girl to do but dye her hair when she's down on her luck.
I've lost my voice and my heart all in one day, but really, what a beautiful spring day to do so.
Photographic evidence to follow, eventually.

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

In my darkest days


Maelie Jade is my little awesome raincloud. Author's Note: Both Maelie Jade and I are
  1. Pescatarians (vegetarians that can't give up sushi) and
  2. Darkly bubbly cynics.
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Mae: This grosses me out. It would ruin my faith in humanity - if I had any
http://manbque.com/club/rules.php
1:10 PM
Yours Truly: ... oh balls.
(facepalm)
Mae: when I first saw the word "manbque" I assumed it was a gay strip joint
Y.T.: you should email them that.
Mae: hahaha
[enter the wonder and awesome that is Mike Segawa's Mario Beefcake]
Y.T.: LOL That's amazing.

Alas, I am sick, and away I go to cough on customers.
Flee before me in terror, mere mortals, I am diseased!
xox
caitlandia

Monday, April 5, 2010

The birds, the bees and Betsy or "You Know You're A Creep When ..."

On April Fool's I braved AMTrak and buses to get to Chico, California to embrace the college life I missed out on, and visit David Mellons before his impending graduation.
Chico has a way of existing outside of the space time continuum that is generally accepted by present day physics; four days dissipated and before I could take in everything (apparently alcohol was excluded, and resulted in my first blackout in five years), I was hungover on a bus and heading back home.
Also, I almost stole this puppy. Her name was Hailey. Biggest babe magnet in town.
I look forward to returning to raid Dutch Brothers Coffee, and hounding the pie vendor at Thursday Night Market for her marion berry pie recipe. Also, dear Chicoians, if you find my dignity laying around in the bar known as "The Bear" (I'm pretty sure it got left by the Monopoly pinball machine), please smack it upside the head, give it some Alka-Seltzer and send it home to me.

---

Today I sold your shoes I never actually wore (or fit into) to Buffalo Exchange; I got $10. I spent it on an iced coffee and a pack of cigarettes, and said hello to another burned out romance that works down the street.
It is what it is, gentlemen and ladies.

xo
see.eye

Author's Note:
My former host and forever hooligan has informed me that if my dignity had been left up in Chico, it would be at the U-Bar, not The Bear. Obviously, I was not aware.
Regards,
c

Tuesday, March 23, 2010

Fool's Train Ticket


A commission as done for Carl Flynn.
© Caitlin Olson 2009, etc., etc., don't be a douche canoe.


I wouldn't say the nine-to-five-ing are draining me, it just makes it so the time that I do have that isn't spent catering to the strange needs of John Q. Public (picking a lock at a customer's request today, good example), I actually spend drawing rather than typing away on my blog at all hours of the night.
Except tonight.

I escape the Bay Area on April Fool's Day until the fourth. I'm eager for my long train ride and the consumption of large quantities of books that I've accumulated over the past six months.

Monday nights: to fall asleep to Billie Holiday
Here's how,
xo
see.eye

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Zim Hates You


Just when I think I fail at dates, I remember this particular scene.
Also, Jhonen dishes on why ZIM (and Yo-han) hates you.
Also, I was probably never meant to be blonde.
But I digress, and continue in spring cleaning.

The bleach singed my braincells
xo
see.eye

Saturday, March 6, 2010

Sixth of March



If you haven't already, Britten and Brülightly by Hannah Berry is a must read, I had forgotten the title until this past month.
And here are the beginnings of a self-portrait. It needs work.

Another week.
xo
see.eye

Wednesday, March 3, 2010

Luck sleeps where she wants to sleep, she just don't sleep with me


On a rainy Tuesday night, exhausted as hell from work, I find myself dancing in my socks to soul music before I decided to paint.

Christ, I'm stunted without, and I'm intoxicated when under the influence of one.

Next episode: The Hostile Take Over of a Scanner.

love,
cait

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

These are not the droids you're looking for



By pure coincidence, and as a result of the Pillow Fight, I had the pleasure of attending the housewarming party of Destructoid.com

And ended up dancing with around wearing the head of the beast.

Those of you whom I have met that night, thank
you for a wonderful time, being amazing
and withstanding my tone deaf singing for RockBand.

Grateful and giddy, as always
[see.eye]

Monday, February 22, 2010

Remind me

to redo my "I Can Shuffle, Cut, And Deal" print.

Because after a week in hell,
I find that Amanda Fucking Palmer still rocks my tits off.

I can shuffle, cut, and deal
But I can't draw a hand
I can't draw a lot of things
I hope you understand
I'm not exceptionally shy
But I've never had a man
That I could look straight in the eye
And tell my secret plans



Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Recession Proof Decompression Exercises

Recession proof decompression exercises as compiled by yours truly.
  1. Indulge the hell out of the small things. These include simple things such as: people watching, making coffee at home, enjoying the spaces of time when the sun is actually shining.
  2. Creating small projects for each day. Even if it's getting your car serviced on your days off, doing laundry or organizing your damned movies and your crowded bookshelves.
  3. Music multiplied by
  4. Read. Constantly.
And on that note,



Basically my favorite song consistently since July.

(I have lived through this I have lived through worse)
all my lovin'
c.i.

Tuesday, February 2, 2010

Saturday, January 30, 2010

Oh, Onion. You Never Let Me Down.


The joke used to be that if you were dating someone and the solitary book they had on their shelves was Catcher in the Rye, to run for the hills.
This still applies.

Newest literary consumption: Doctor Zhivago.
On deck: House of Leaves.

Brought to you by way of many sniffles
and watching Finding Nemo while attempting to find an order to the chaos that is
my living space.
xo
see.eye.

Monday, January 25, 2010

Solace, Hallmark holidays, angst, and feathers

Rather than mope over being single for another Valentine's Day, I am gathering a group of people to go to San Francisco for the Third Annual Pillow Fight.
Five solid minutes of feathered fury.



Email me at caitlininterruption [at] gmail [dot] com to organize.
We shall not go quietly into the night,
however I will shuffle sniffling into work.
Damned head colds

Cheers,
see.eye.

Monday, January 18, 2010

Defining the border


[Photo credit: Elizabeth Dowell, RISD; 2006]
You get to a point to where you can no longer feel guilty about enjoying yourself, but have to maintain a sense of dignity.
If you don't, you won't have anything left.

Monday, January 4, 2010

Stuck in Airports

My family and I used to travel quite a bit up until a few years ago, usually to see my mother's side of the family in the Midwest. I originally started this blog as a way to catalog me making my way out to Michigan and record my Welsh grandmother's stories about growing in London during the Blitzkrieg. She and my great uncle David were among the children evacuated to the countryside.

I forgot all about the in between time spent trying to get to where the hell you're going, until recently where I found myself waiting to see people who had gone far away from me. Sometimes cool stuff happens when you're waiting around. The last Christmas I went to Michigan, we were stuck in Chicago due to bad weather. A worker from the tarmac came in from the cold, grabbed a microphone and started singing "My Favorite Things" from The Sound of Music over the intercom.

May I direct your attention then, to this little gem, and the diagram for why this works so well.

Saturday, January 2, 2010

Resolution

I heard Grizzly Bear's "Two Weeks" while in the grocery store on New Year's Eve in the middle of the day. A bit of a trip.

I have solemnly sworn to not jump to conclusions about how to conduct this next year, other than to just keep breathing.

Oh, and to upload more damned art / actually upload pages from this effing comic, just so I have something back up this "website", other than just my rotten observations, tasteless cadence and links to online movies.

Hello, Twenty-Ten. Play nice, or I'll kick your face in.

Best,
see.eye