I have a confession to make.
I've been feeling sad that my oldest (almost 15 y.o.) seemed to have given up his art. He used to draw all the time. (Pretty good stuff too. I'm totally not biased.) He rarely puts pencil to paper these days. These days he spend most of his free time on the computer. I have to admit I am one of those moms who roll their eyes and wonder what will become of this generation of computer addicted kids. (Writes me, from my lap top. I know. I know.) The point is, I was sad because I though the computer was taking up time he could spend making "real" things.
Bit Boy "modeled" this using Blender a while back.
And last week he did this tea set:
And this self portrait, using a drawing pad (last year's Santa present), and GIMP.
And then today this:
Which is the nicest Mother's Day card I could get, for, oh, so many reasons.
Saturday, May 11, 2013
Monday, May 6, 2013
- Ten Little Indians, by Sherman Alexie
- The Lone Ranger and Tonto Fist Fight in Heaven, by Sherman Alexie
- Equal Rites, by Terry Pratchett
- Wyrd Sisters, by Terry Pratchett
- Let's Pretend this Never Happened, by Jenny Lawson
- The Ten Things to Do When Your Life Falls Apart, by Daphne Rose Kingma
- Leaning into Sharp Points, by Stan Goldberg
What a month. Someday I may write more about it.
So book wise:
I am almost in love. If I wasn't already happily married, with three wonderful children, and sterile, I would totally hunt down Sherman Alexie and make sure his genes were passed on.
The lucky man is safe from me for above reasons.
Also, I have no idea how to find him.
Terry Pratchett is brilliant, and I can't believe I didn't really discover him, or at least appreciate him, until last year.
Let's Pretend This Never Happened was so funny it took me weeks to read it because it made me laugh too much. Seriously. People kept asking me "What?!?" and then I'd have to read the whole chapter out loud. And they'd laugh. And take my book. Bastards. (Well, not technically, since, oh, never mind)
The Ten Things to do book was (apparently) completely forgetable.
Leaning into Sharp Points was brilliant in an entirely different way than Terry Pratchett and Jenny Lawson. I starting reading this expecting to have my father-in-law moving in with us. He died, but by then I was half way through the book. It was well worth finishing. I learned a lot about living in this book about dying.
Now I am in need of more seriously funny or brilliant books. Give me your suggestions. (Not the books. I love you and don't want you to spend your money on me. Although, a HUGE thank you goes out to Shawn for the Jenny Lawson book, which was hand delivered to my door on a hard day. I didn't know it, but I totally needed that. :-) )