And we're back....

You know, that last post was a bit strained. My peeps (ahem) have been bugging me to start blogging again, but I just didn't know what to say. Three seconds after I uploaded the last post I stumbled onto this:


And now I'm speechless not because I don't have anything to say, but because I have too much. And none of it is very nice. Excuse me while I stop my brain from exploding.

Money money money money.

I've been spending money like a redneck who just won the lottery. Well, not really, but I could certainly do better - pay off some credit cards etc. But since this is the first time in my life that I have a job that pays relatively well, and a new apartment to make "homey," it's been a bit tough holding back. Plus, it's my first holiday season as a "married person" and I want the house to look DONE when J gets back from his field exercise next week. Here's hoping.

Why oh why is every print on Etsy so effing infantile? What is this cultural obsession with 40 year old men acting like frat boys (Forgetting Sara Marshall, Knocked Up, etc.) and grown women buying into all the kitsch??? If I have to see another kewpie - looking portrait, or another drawing with some sort of heart motif. or another fantasy/vampire/wanna be pin up girl print, or another screen print of a g-damn bunny I will vomit all over the keyboard. What the hell are those of us who want non-bare walls to do? Sigh.

P.S. I wanted to post examples of what I'm talking about, but decided against it. Because "artists" who have zero taste may still have feelings. Also, I really don't want to get sued.