Molly Goatwax

FR 4615-F-02

I imagine that it would be easier to find the proverbial needle in the haystack than to search the Federal Register for a particular regulation. And it may be that FR 4615-F-02 isn't what I need after all. I further speculate the suggestion of bombing the whole thing and starting all over would invite g-men crawling up my rectum before you can say "Patriot Act". But I wouldn't suggest such a thing. Really.

Updates

Still quite dyspeptic, chomping papaya enzyme tablets with my tea. Hubby put the black and white TV back in my room after he discovered the color one didn't get any channels. I thought the static interesting, but prefer the atmospherics of the black and white, darkened and with the sound off. I found some rapidograph ink in my studio, it says India Black, waterproof on it. While it's not true India Ink, it will do for now. Parents Back to School night is tonight. Hubby will attend, the twin set and the graduated pearls will stay at home. I successfully argued for some of my docked pay to be restored. And, finally, you want eeeuw, Snowball? check out the Carolina Biological Supply Company. Seems you can still get skeletons but the people who procure for the art school didn't want to spend the money for real ones after the exportation ban drove the prices up. We won't even go into the tales of students rendering animal carcasses in thier dorm rooms for the bones. yuk.

India Ink

What happened to India Ink? When I was a child, it could be bought at the five and dime. (There are no more of them either-different rant) Now I can't find it at my local art supply stores. The last time I bought it, I didn't read the package carefully. When I got it home, I saw that it said "not waterproof" under the product name. If it's not waterproof, it's NOT India Ink! Usually Windsor & Newton can be relied apon to sell you the real deal...but the problem begs the question, again, what happened to India Ink? Is it carcinogenic? So are cadmium and chromium pigments deadly toxins, but no one's eating the stuff. There are quicker ways to die. I never let the kids touch my art supplies either, they get thier own. Sure India Ink will clog your repitiograph, but you got other inks for that. It smells kinda funny, but so does turpentine-no one's yanking IT off the shelf. So if you know, tell me WHAT HAPPENED TO INDIA INK? It's got a nice metallic gleam to it when it dries.

another Monday

Well I managed to find my impulse control and get a handle on my car-madness, otherwise the weekend was rather a bust. We all sat around with the blahs, sore and fevered. Not quite sick but globular and spongey. I did start a new painting, nothing big, but a change from the abstractions with paper...excuse me, I must now certify that an olive grove in Southern California is not standing in a flood zone...

Outta here

It's getting close to that time of the day and the week when my thoughts start drifting far, far from the farm. Why don't things like this ever happen near MY house? Or these people. Or this?

Too good to be True

Potato Head was at the Notorious Mt. Royal Tavern last night and told me about a Rolls Royce on a lot by his house, that although it was ancient, it looked good, came inspected, passed, and could be had for only a coupla k's. Well of course I went bonkers and drove to the lot in question only to find no Rolls Royce. And don't tell me dum-dum mistook the Jag for a Rolls neither. Asshole. Now I've got it in my mind to find one that meets the above criteria and snag it, even though I have a perfectly good luxury import....Hell, it occurs to me that I've been waiting all my life to just whip out a checkbook and buy a Rolls Royce- although, I'd be too embarrassed to drive it and probably couldn't park such a boat...and to tell you the truth I should stop sleeping on a mattress on the floor and buy a real bed before I make such an absurd purchase.

GRRRRRRRR

I am soooo angry I could chew nails. First the farmer tells us not to come to work during the hurricane then docks all our pay for the time missed. His excuse? He dosn't have hurricane insurance! And there's not a damned thing to do about it, either. The laws governing employee protections in this state apply only to companies with more than 20 employees. My joviality evaporated.

more car stuff

A colleage bought a Jeep on Ebay and drove it in today. The farm mechanic says it needs a new transmission, but hey, why take his word for it? He rolled his car this morning and killed my old car with a jury-rigging wire job. I should have never let him touch it after his diatribe on how much he hates that particular make. But I don't know much about cars, either. I learned how to drive a car a few months before my 40th birthday, under duress. That wasn't that long ago. I was being booted out of my position as Associate Director of Community Safety at the art school and knew I couldn't get a decent job without a driver's license. (People look at you like you are from a different planet, and you are.) So I appropriated the patrol vehicle, taught myself to drive it, kinda, and more or less impersonated a cop to get the state trooper to pass me on the test. While my boss's back was turned. What could he do, fire me?

In addition

I'd like to add that I am one of those drivers who is too small to be seen from behind, obscured by the chair. Whenever I see another "driverless" car, it kinda creeps me out.

tunes

I'm feeling rather jolly today. This morning, as usual, I shattered the peace on the farm rolling up in my open boombox. Yes, I know this is obnoxious! Apparently the farmer thinks so too, as he asked me if I have a problem with dogs chasing after the car and barking at the loud music. I said, not that I'd ever noticed-I wouldn't be able to hear them anyway!