Bones! - Tactical Ninja
Jul. 4th, 2013
09:15 am - Bones!
This morning I topped up the YoT's phone for the last time, and switched off the calendar reminder to do it. A small part of me twinged at this, and I gave the small part a swift kick up the backside for being a control freak and a lecture on how he's a grown up and can work this stuff out for himself. I've never been an apron-strings kind of Mum anyway, but it's weird the little things that I'm all "MY BOY!" about. I mean really? Get a grip, Small Part!
Today will be his third day of work. Yesterday he did that thing - he talked shop to me. To which I smiled internally, because that's my kid over there, talking shop about his job. He's joined the social club - the McD's one is probably quite good because they are all young and go paintballing and play laserforce instead of going lawn bowling like *cough* some workplaces *cough* do. This week is training, next week he starts on full shifts. Gosh. I will be over here, feeling something very strange that's a combination of pride and surprise at how fast things change, with a little bit of Yay! and some bizarre nostalgia for the two-year-old who told me he wanted to be a fish and chip seller when he grew up. O.o
I bought Yorick from a Welshman who is a taxidermy buff and also makes things from bones. I'm not sure what it's called when you're into skeletons for a hobby, but he's one of those. In his workshop he has three horses, a cow, an ostrich, numerous fish and birds, some goats.. you get the picture. Mostly they're in boxes, but the ostrich was assembled. At the moment he's making a three metre high rearing horse skeleton with a person skeleton trying to control it. When I got there he was bolting together a leg, and he used it as a pointer while we were talking.
In the workshop there's also a large vat for the boiling and removal of bits that aren't bone, and once the boiled bones are dry, they go into a cupboard in bins that are full of flesh-eating bugs. It's all a bit macabre, but also quite fascinating - and doesn't smell anything like as bad as you'd think.
So anyway, I bought this skull because I'm not really set up to prepare them myself any more, and I needed one to be ready now instead of in 6 months' time. Yorick will be the centrepiece for the first staff I'll make that's not taken from a video game. It will be TACKY AS FUCK. That's kind of the point.
Question for the art critics among us - should I put in some LED red eyes with a sensor that responds to a magnetic field generated by a ring of some kind? So they'll only glow for a particular person (whoever's wearing the ring)?
I would like to do this because I think it'd be an interesting project, and let's face it, if you're mucking about with skulls you've already stepped over a line...
la la la
Meanwhile, the Magister Staff and Cold Blooded are both close to being finished. They got put aside for a while because I was pissed off at the Magister one for falling over and breaking, but lately I've been feeling like working on non-digital art, and now I'm pissed off at the Brainfart because
I am a knob and bought an expensive battery charger that runs on DC and I didn't realise till it arrived so I can't actually charge the battery yet and now I have to buy an adapter to make it work and that is of course all the Brainfart's fault so it can sit there till I'm over feeling silly and then I'll get on with it.
On the upside, I have a battery charger that'll run off a car for those times when you need one of those, like at a festival. So I'm not a complete ninny. I totally did that on purpose.
I expect that'll take one more weekend of finishing other projects, then there'll be a flurry of obsessive making to get the Brainfart prototype working, which will then be mostly reduced to coding new patterns, and I'll have handspace free for making tacky as fuck skull staffs for undisclosed recipients. Yep.
Today I am wearing heels. I don't know what came over me this morning, but I decided that I needed to be wearing four inch heeled, knee high, shiny black boots. My walk to work is about 7 minutes and I was regretting it after 3. I haven't worn heels for over a year and I should just chuck the bloody things out because they are crippling - I can't run, skip, dodge, or even stride in them, and by the end of the day my feet will hate me. How do people wear these all the time? Why do people wear these all the time?
In other snappy dressing news, Dr Wheel bought a suit. He is speaking to the select committee about the GSCB Bill tomorrow, and he's decided to dress the part. I am all *om nom nom nom* about this - which I'm not sure is the reaction he's after - but picture it, if you will. Dr Wheel, in a suit, being all brainy and passionate about something he knows quite a lot about? I'd be persuaded, just saying.