woostering

I feel the need to write something. So why am I writing it here? Because I got sidetracked by reading, and so the urge to write write has dwindled down to... this.
Perhaps a combination of standing in Chicago's nototorius heat waiting for Belmont's notorius bus and yesterdays stroms has gotten to my brain. Standing next to an open door when lightning strikes less than half a mile away tends to frazzle one's synapses. It took a good five minutes for my heartbeat to approach normal and my brian didn't funtion properly the rest of the day. It was quite an interesting experiance.
We lost power too, for about ten minutes. (It was only my block and there we no downed lines, so I'm not really sure what happened).

And about an hour ago I was listening to music and the Entertainer came on, making me want to learn to play it on my clarinet. I remember when ice cream trucks still played that. Now they just play some mutilated version of "Do Your Ears Hang Low" or somesuch with really scary singing and fake claps and animal sounds. That is more frightening than the lightning.

Um...

I've been working on art and stuff, gotten some really random ideas. And I've been thinking about going to WindyCon. The theme of which is steampunk, and, seeing as my dad's been getting on my back about putting art in art shows, I thought I should try to draw some steampunk to fit the theme. The problem is that it's very different from what I normally draw and has LOTS of DETAILS. The sort of details I fail at (figuratively speaking). That and I know relatively little about it, which makes drawing it HARD.

But other than that relativley little has happened. I finally went out and bout Monty Python and the Holy Grail, along with August Rush which we started watching on the band trip but never finished.

... Perhaps I need to have a talk with a manatee and a purple squirrel. That should get my creative juices flowing. Or something.