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

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.

VIMBY - San Fran Pillow Fight

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.

Happy Wookie Life Day

Wonder if I could've gotten Russian radio with those antlers.
May tonight find you safe, warm and spiritually intact in some shape or form.

Live long and prosper
see.eye
x

to the brim

High Grandma from melissa pare on Vimeo.

I am filled to the brim with absolute warm and fuzzies for a little gremlin I have never met, but I hope to remedy that soon.
Desert in the winter, snow on cacti; yes, please and thank you.

However, Christmas cheer is not in any fiber of my being, currently. Although, a postal worker did come into work today, and I just counted myself lucky that I'm only dealing with retail, not complete twats at the post office.

Tonight's/this morning's plan: get to bed at a decent hour. I'm thinking sometime before 5:00 AM.
Wide-eyed, cranky yet content, and crawling to bed,
see.eye.

The Only

The only thing that will keep me from killing a customer tomorrow during the shopping frenzy will be the fact that I am being paid the same day. Well-played, holiday sales, well-played.

See also: The Harry Potter Incident.

Happy Über Fun Small Pox/Native Genocide/Poultry Massacre Day!
Cheers from a food coma,
c.i.

Dia de los Muertos

These woodcuts still give me shivers, just because of the pure detail.

Also feel like if there was some kind of creature that is slowly eating away at my insides and not allowing me to focus, it would resemble something fairly close to this.

Heavily ... distracted, as it were.

Cheers fuckwits,
c.i.

OG

The original Zombie.
Happy Easter.