CrumpArt

I must admit, it hasn’t all been doom and gloom around here of late. The past few weeks have brought several simple pleasures (including the curry and film with Giz and Kym!) We went to Mr C’s mum’s place for dinner a week or so back, and I got several presents. First, my copy of Vegan With A Vengeance, ordered way back in February for my birthday, had finally arrived. I love it, and will definitely be ordering Veganomicon and Vegan Cupcakes Take Over The World sometime in the near future. And it turns out that helping out with the dishes after dinner can be beneficial — when I started going on and on again about how much I loved a particular tablespoon, Judy finally just handed it over. I really wasn’t intending that to be the case, but we all know how much of a sucker I am for interesting cutlery — how could I refuse it!?!

We also came into a free juicer recently. A few years ago, we went in on a gift for someone of a really cool juicer — the kind that you can shove whole pieces of fruit into without the need to chop everything up. In fact, as I worked in the kitchen/electrical department of my current workplace back then, I actually handpicked the juicer and scored some extra freebies with it. But the person the juicer was for can’t use it anymore, so it was handed on to us. Yay! We currently have nowhere really to put it in our craphole of a kitchen, so it’s sitting on top of the dryer, but the juice is yummy.

In other news, one of the things I was so upset and angry about last week is getting sorted out. I haven’t been able to print for a couple of weeks due to some medical stuff, and was trying to get a two week extension on my printmaking work. I’ve been keeping my department head in the loop, so he knows what’s going on, and was actually the one to suggest that I apply for an extra extension on top of the week that he could give me. But the paperwork fuckers in the Special Consideration department decided that the medical situation that kept me from lifting/moving/operating heavy machinery for two weeks wasn’t good enough to grant me an extension. Go figure. I was furious. Turns out my department head was also furious when he got his email, and he’s going to give me the extension anyway. If he wasn’t my lecturer, almost 20 years my senior and terrifically gay, I’d be tempted to propose.

Anyway, now I have to go and finish writing (well, start writing, but I will need to finish it at some point soon) my essay on Joss Whedon. Yay for Fine Art degrees!