Tuesday, May 19, 2009

Rubber Duckie Paint'n!

I had gotten myself a pack of white rubber duckies for painting a few weeks ago as a neat little project. Someone suggested painting them up ask the members of Slipknot, but I decided that would be too much work and I doubt it would turn out well. Anyhow, I had started painting a couple a few days ago...

Before one gets started, one must ask "what shall I use to paint them?". Well, the package says use permanent markers, but where's the fun in that? The finished product won't look so nice & for such small ducks, you'd have to use really fine tipped ones. Water-based paints would be a waste, if you want to float them (Duh, it would wash off), so acrylics would probably not be good.

I decided on enamels. Now there's model paint enamel and nail enamel. I'm not sure the difference, other than the bottles they come in & the fact that model paints have a toxic warning on the tiny label. ...but I'm not letting baby's near my duckies anyway. I then decided that nail polishes were probably all the same. Except, I did wonder as to why the different names. Many don't say much more than "nail color". Then there are the ones labeled nail enamel and nail laquer... Based on the colors I wanted to use, I went with a couple of the laquer paints. I have learned this to be a baaaaaad idea. Apparently, laquer is not a good paint for rubber ducks. I only used a little black for details on one, but the other I covered in pearl and it is sooo sticky and still stinks as if I painted it today. Both are sticky, but the pearl one I should probably clean off and retry. I also used a little red, but that paint didn't say a type and seems to be ok.

I guess next I will be using those enamels. I have some of both model and nail types. Hopefully that turns out better. If not, I have fabric paints. That however, takes long enough to dry on fabric and would likely peel. Bonus is, I do know that it's flexible and won't run in water. (For those who don't know, although made for fabric, those paints can be used on different surfaces.)

When it comes to various projects, particularly artsy stuff... You can guess the things that won't work for a project, but you never know what will work until you try. I say, don't knock it if it works. I also say, don't stifle others' creativity (this doesn't apply to 'ruining' other people's property or inappropriet things targeted at impressional youngins).


Well... If you have advice on the topic of what (brushable) paints are good for rubber duckies or possibly some other random bit of creativy commentry, feel free to post a comment. :o)

Thursday, May 14, 2009

Nightmare Napping: Zzzzzzzz-ombies

Haven't been in the greatest of moods lately. More specifically, I've been fine/good with work, but then my personal affairs have been ...less than up to par. The latest being how one "friend" had given me the lamest excuse in human history, which I'm sure said more than she intended. Either that or she left out addictional details to explain how her excuse wasn't really saying to me "I know I volunteered to help you, but I really don't want to, so I'm just going to give you any excuse and hope you go for it." That just turned up painful and upset that she can't respect me enough to come out straight to me.

The other thing has been an anxiety stemming from being unable to see or much hear from someone that I do care much for. There was apologies and I understand part of it on timing, but then the parts I don't get leave room for question. Plus, I get to hear that there's no hope of things improving until around the end of the month or so. It sounds like things will be much better after the craziness, but I have to be able to hold on 'til then. I donno... we'll see.



Had a long nap from late afternoon to the evening, 4 to 4.5 hours. Upon waking, I hear neighbor's music, look at the time, & then remember I was napping, not my nightly sleeping. I figure I'll be up a while because of it. I also don't feel like sleeping after a nightmare I was having...

The nightmare I had involved zombies... Always hate those creepy unnatural things. I also remember that the whole thing was in places unfamiliar to me, not home, work, places from the past etc. Anyhow, I remember that in part of it, I was a young girl holding a cat (or possibly a bunny) that I thought most precious. I was walking with mom through a hallway of some lab/hospital of sorts. I don't remember why it was we were there, but I didn't like it there and I could see some of thier experimenting in the rooms through windows (was zombies). We get to a small reception area where she has to sign on a sheet as a waiver. There are several signatures and she signs a fake name/signature.

I think the rest of the dream I was as I am now (age/whatever). Somebody in the dream had a vision about becoming one of those undead and said she would have to sacrafice herself so that her (evil) double would parish (meaning to save others). Parts of the dream were pleasent, such as some cute guy asking "where have you been all my life?" I remember he was in more than one scene & then later curious if he was around. Myself and friends were at some location doing something in order to bring down that big evil organization. (Reminds me now of the Umbrella Corporation of Resident Evil.) I was uneasy the whole time, just as I was in that lab place. There was a part with one of my associates negociating with a representative of the corporation. Sounding quite intimidating, my ally got on her cellphone during the conversation and told a third party to let them loose along with something about "if they get hungry, run". I was leaving the place and found that she was refering only to protestors. At this there was vans of zombies released upon them for screaming, running, and an ugly feeding frenzy. Although seemingly the typical braindead sort, they had enough brainpower to at least make comments. During the running around and fighting off undead gluttons is when I awoke.

I can't say I know the meaning of this one at present. All I can figure is to avoid other people for now (or groups of them). However, I don't really think that's what my unconcious is trying to tell me.

Tuesday, May 5, 2009

Guitar Calms the Chaotic Spirit

*Originally typed 5/1/09 1:30pm-ish ...technical difficulties. It’s what drove me here.


I had a dream a couple nights ago...
I'm at the new place and there's a poltergiest. One of the main things I remember it doing is rearranging the furniture in my room. (Not fung shui "oh this looks nicer", just randomly) I forget what other things, terrible things, it was doing, but I had asked "What do you want?" At that, the ghost started to take form as some smoke/fog thing in front of me and floated over into an open guitar case lying on the floor with an old acoustic in it. It was out of tune and I told the ghost I would have to tune it first. I then noticed the strings were all pulled loose (needed more than a "little tuning"). Anyhow, there was a sense of peace & the disturbances with the spirit had stopped.

I may have left out some stuff, but that's the overall basics of the dream. I think I know the overall interpretation of this one. It seems pretty straight forward.

I've had some anxiety this past week with feeling icky from being sick, missing out on social stuff, and various little things concerning an important friend of mine. Last night I even experienced one of those annoying headaches I have gotten occasionally...
I'm in a terrible upset mood, later feeling emotionally numb, followed by a steady pain starting from the base of my skull & travelling to pretty much the whole left side of my head. I looked up headaches. Although one-sided, it sounds like the tension-type.

I would have to say that my head is trying to tell me to go play guitar. It is a hobby and between being lazy in my practicing and dealing with the move, I have neglected my practice. I have no aspirations at being a rock star, but it can be a good form of meditation for me. ...and lately, I obviously need it.

Look what I made! aka the intro post

Took a few days with timing, prorities, checking a few options, etcetera, etcetera... But here I am on blogspot/blogger to type up whatever comes to mind to do such. For those of you who know me, yes it is I, miss Bliss, aka Rachel aka Looney Tik aka whatever-it-is-you-like-to-call-me. You found me blog, good for you. For those of you who don't... I'm just Looney Tik to you. Mmk? Strangers calling me by my name (whilest not wearing a nametag) can be just a tad creepy. (Also, people calling me by an online alias in the real world of faces and voices is just silly.) I suspect random readers won't give a crap, especially as I'm just rambling at this point.

Anyhow, I don't feel the need to get into the formalities of where I'm from, what I do, and things that interest me at this point. Much of that will be apparent as I add postings. ...unless I loose interest in using this site or technical difficulties or whatever. Here are some of me-links, enjoy:

twitter - alive & kicking
myspace - alive
facebook - neglected ...on second thought, don't waste your time
Quizilla - abandoned
The Insanitarium - abandoned & dying (seriously, geocities is shutting down)