serpentworship

Another brutal day, but all work and no play.. makes...

This new art idea that has been brewing in my noodle since the first of the year partly involves the lion dances performed during the new year festivals in China. (Actually, they're somewhat popular worldwide now.) In a wider scope, the entire concept of the Chinese new year is somewhat integral to my current artistic inclinations. In particular, though, I really love the music of the percussion ensembles that play for the lions. I found out quite a bit more than I ever knew about this ritual just recently, and I think it's completely fascinating.

Anyway, I'm here at work and I've got to get the hell home. I miss my babies (my two cats) and they miss me. (I'd like to think so, anyway.) An ex-girlfriend (well, more like ex-one-week-stand-girl) once commented that I seem all stoic, intimidating & standoffish in public, but my real persona is this guy who totally melts for felines. Maybe that's true, but I'm trying to mellow out at least a bit in public and I do draw the line somewhere at how much my babies can get away with. (No, I really don't. I's a bad papa.)

Also, I'm looking forward to seeing The Unborn, though I'm almost sure it's going to be pretty crap. But doesn't Odette Yustman's ass look like something you'd be willing to sell your soul, your kids, your wife and the house for?

Oh dear me.