Bathroom Mural

While Ciro was in Italy, I painted our bathroom, which didn't actually take all that long. I didn't mention I was working on it because I wanted it to be a surprise when he got back. And then last week we had my grandmother and my sister and Chad as guests, so I'm just now getting to posting this.

If you want to just look at the photos, that's easy to do here, but if you want to click through, I talk a little about them and why/how I painted things the way I did.

Chronicle

I have a new photoblog at rinue.tumblr.com that's probably going to be the home for more of my day-to-day "this is what my life is like" - more a document of the objects in my life, the things that are stable and continuous, which don't take a lot of words. Whereas here I'll probably be my irrepressibly ranty and longwinded self. So far, it's just three posts: a cup of coffee, a pair of shoes, and a bottle of cognac.

I watched Chronicle on Friday, and it's to a large extent what every Marvel property tried to do, but mostly lacked the skill to tell: misfit teenager develops mutant powers, still has teenage/outcast problems that are not resolved by mutant powers, finds new comrades, and experiences both heightened joy and heightened conflict. I loved the first half, and wished the second half was a completely different movie.

From here on out, I'm writing with the assumption that you've seen the movie, and I talk about plot developments and the ending.

( the inevitable )