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.

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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

Industrial strength

I live here.
It's always all about to happen.

.see.eye.

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

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

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

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

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]

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

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.

Ex Kay See Dee

♥ this webcomic, inspired at three ante meridiem

snoozin'
c.i.

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.

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.

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.

Mister Destiny Nine and Fourteen

Courtesy of Mr. Jones.

My 23rd year of terror begins on Wednesday.

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.

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

May I present to you as a token of good faith for bothering to read this rot

my all-time favorite animated full-length film, American Pop by Ralph Bakshi.

Fuck yes, Hulu.
Thank you for making the end of this decade for me.

Cheers,
and most likely only one more post for this wretched year of 2009,
see.eye

Panama

It's hard to take you seriously when you're shaking your newly-found beergut to Van Halen on a stripper pole in a dive in Jack London Square. On a Sunday night.

This special report was brought to you by the Vicious & Stoney Brigade (on loan from LARP, Confidential), who kindly remind you, "не более глупо трахает!", and use a condom.

P.S. Just go away already, 2009. And don't let the door hit your ugly ass on the way out.

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

Puke like a pterodactyl

I keep running into people I haven't seen/heard heads or tails from in ions. Babies having babies. Parents of childhood friends, bullies that don't remember breaking my brother's ribs in elementary school that slap me on the back and ask how same brother is doing. They reek of nostalgia, high school, hair grease and cheap cologne. Not all necessarily a bad thing, but like many things, they are good in small doses.
There's nowhere to go but here, a series of stripmalls with a mayor, a house party with pieces of the wall missing and painted over (sidenote: said-house party was the first time in a while I felt awkward for showing up somewhere alone)

I have frequented a bar so often in the Tri-City, that rather than just informing the bartender that some kids lost their lunch in the back, and so she doesn't have to worry about it on her smoke break, I go as far as to swipe at it with the mop that's kept by the ice machine, next to the service sink.

I need to get out of here. Too many inebriated or far too sober moments of going back and forth through the doorways, always dependent on company, but still a varying level of wondering, "What the fuck am I doing here?"

In other news:
Plans have been solidified to be civil and asphyxiate in the nostalgia of being 16, clumsy and shy, on the third day of 2010, and have a cup of coffee.

Only 9 days left in 2009.
I'm running on no sleep and stuttering fingers.

Insomnia meatloaf [that's not vegan],
xo
see.eye.

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.

Its nothing but time and a face that you lose

It took me a few seconds to recognize your dad when he came into my work. He's just as I remember him, actually, kind of sweet and intelligibly bumbling. There's a little bit more gray in his hair. He sold us 14 boxes of books, mostly old romance novels. Were they your grandmother's? He was looking for radio transistor manuals, I guess he and your mom liked playing around with your sound equipment too. I didn't know they had gotten licenses to broadcast on the radio. I don't know if it was out of habit that he told me you were coming back for your birthday.

Did you know your cousin is getting married? You know the one I dated two years before I met you?

God that was strange to see you again
Introduced by a friend of a friend
Smiled and said 'yes I think we've met before'
In that instant it started to pour

I found a box of the comics we did together in high school. Remind me to show you sometime.
To the sound of the pouring rain,
see.eye.

Vierzig, or "B-Flat"

Today is my brother Micheal's fortieth birthday, marking an anniversary also for the concert of Altamont where the Hell's Angels broke lose while working security where our then-seventeen year old father had just dropped acid and was having the worst trip of his life.

That being said, know that although I very much suck recently at keeping in touch, he is very much awesome. Even Spike Jonze says so.

I'm Albuquerque-bound as soon as I can, my Paré Three.

Much love from the tepidly frozen East Bay,
see.eye.

P.S. Mike, I hate that this is the most recent picture of you and me (i.e. three and a half years ago). Remedy this soon, we shall.