So yeah.

I made some mods to the El Presidente Bobble-head painting. It isn’t quite finished yet, but you gots to love that Millennium hair. In case anyone’s unaware, the piece depicts bloody versions of our 1^st and 16^th Presidents in prison jump suits. I started this in 2007 and it’s looking close to done.
There’s a lot on my mind right now. But I’m not going to blog about them. Too much negativity. This healthcare package is scary and could effect me directly. That’s all I’m going to say.
We feed several stray cats here at the park. One of the little girls was sick and died 2 days b4 Christmas. We named her Rachel and buried her in the yard without asking permission. Why? The only other option was to put her in the dumpster and no one wanted the poor dear to get crushed. She was such a sweetheart. So yeah, that sucked. We let her in, turned the heat on and tried to make her comfortable. Thankfully, the process was quick. So now her bro has no one to hang with on the steps.
I went out on Christmas Eve for a personal item. Any thoughts of further shopping for said occasion quickly went up in smoke. Too many people in a line that was too long. I was never good at waiting. So mom and bro got their gifts mostly early. I saved mom’s back massager though. She’s been telling everyone I got her a vibrator ever since. Oy vey.
Ever since I was small, the isolation has caused me to create my own bubble. A world that is mine alone. I always knew that people and the world were harsh. I was misunderstood out in that world as well as at home. So my work, whatever form it took was always a way of relating and escaping. That probably why I’m writing so much fan fic lately. It gives me a focus and makes the world less I don’t know, hopeless. It feels cataclysmic or maybe apocalyptic. Whether the catholic church rewrote parts of the bible to suit their own purposes or not, I don’t know. I think they added the rapture in to instill fear and obedience in the average peasant. The movie 2012 banked on that fear as well as merchandise related to Y2K. And now we have the sequel to The Davinci Code and a movie based on the book of Eli. It seems clear that scholars removed at least some info. There are too many gaping holes in the bible for there to be another explanation. I don’t care how long it’s been. That much info doesn’t simply go missing or get lost in translation. Anyway, I’ll get down off my soapbox now.
We celebrated Christmas at the stroke of midnight. Mom gave me a gift card to Michael’s which is a high end art supply store. At least it is when compared to Walmart. She says she wants to get me some bins for my shit because the shoe boxes and bucket have to go. It’s like the show changed her perspective. And I think Miss Tecchino’s too. I don’t know when I’m going to get online with the laptop and it’s starting to upset me. We pinched pennies b4 the economy went bust and my friend can’t possibly do more to get me set up. I mean, come on. She already sent me the laptop and router so when we finally move this monster out of my room, mom and bro can get online too, at the same time. I’m anxious is all. So at least I’m consistent.
I got 3 gifts. A laptop that’s still sitting there ,(with accessories and hell no, I’m not happy about it) a subscription to Venice and a gift card to Micheal’s. I’d rather show you El Presidente when it’s finished. Bye and happy holidays.