Twelve Years Later...

Tough lesson to write about today, mainly because I don't really know who exactly reads this thing. But, this self-taught lesson is what I learned today, and like it or not, I'm blogging it baby!

If the second biggest (probably the biggest but I'm trying to be a little humble here) account your company has is because you built the relationship, and because it's your designs they keep re-ordering, asks you to design a small line exclusively for them, just shut up, do it and tell the owners later. Especially if designing isn't your main job.

I know this sounds like a brag fest, but seriously, after getting a bunch of unwanted, uninteresting, and dare I say bad "suggestions" from the boss and the main designer today, I asked myself why I even told them what I was working on. And then I was mad at myself because I should have known better after all these years. It was then that I said, "This is it Donna, you are finally going to learn this lesson. Today. Just shut up and let your fabulousness flow."

I'd like to thank Laurence Acland for this perfect image today. Check him out here.

Mounds of Shells

Another day, another month, another year, all at once. So what do I choose to do with this special day? Go to Ikea. I'm nowhere near a shopaholic and I generally hate malls and buying crap made in China, but in order to keep my resolution for a neater, more organized life this year, I needed some more stuff. Ikea is about an hour away from where I live, so going there is a big deal and a few times a year, we go and make a day out of it.
Today, on the way home, I noticed something on Shellmound Street that I'd never noticed before. Right on the corner was this big Teletubby green hill with a fountain squirting out of the side of it. It was the ugliest, most retarded thing I've seen since that Suri Cruise turd sculpture thing.
Now, I am a true lover of art and I can appreciate most kinds of expression, but sometimes I see a ginormous piece of crap in a public setting and I fucking hate it. I wasn't really sure this thing was art or not, so incredulously, I turned to my driver, aka the Colonel, and asked, "What the hell is that hill thing supposed to represent?", to which he said, "The shell mound". He started telling me what I thought was one of his best bullshit answers yet. (Remember, we are on Shellmound Street with the sign hanging right in front of us). He proceeds to tell me about how the native Americans who used to live here long ago had made huge piles of shells, discarded from shellfish meals provided by the nearby sea. He said these mounds were all over this area, but they were bulldozed and built over. This fountain thing probably was meant as a respectful memorial of the people who lived here first.
When I got home, I looked it up.

He was right.

Lyckligt nytt år!!
(Happy New Year, in Swedish)
(Even though I noticed that almost everything in Ikea was designed in Sweden but made in China)
(Which pisses me off)

"I Feel Dead"

He looks dead too. Oh, that's because he is. MMMMmmm MMMmm HmmMMMMmmm. Whoa-oa-oa!!!!

I learned this morning that drama queen James Brown died on Christmas. How un-surprisingly dramatic.

Daaaaaiiiiaaaaaaaaa-
aaAAHHHAAAAAh

Hiii hiii HuH! Hiiiii!!!!!
Hyeien!! Hyuiieh hi HIGH!

OOH! Ooo uh OW!

I wonder if that's what was going through his head this morning when he found his ultimate ESCAPE-ISM. Or perhaps his last thoughts were, "It's too fun-kay in he'e!".

See you later alligator. Gimme some aaaaaaaaaai'! Toooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo fun-kay...

.....in he'e!

RIP

Innocence is Bliss

I just watched this Twelve Days of 2006 video, and what I learned today is....

I'm sorta out of touch.




At least in the celebrity world.

I didn't know that Madonna adopted a baby from Africa, I don't know what Brittany Spears husbands name is, or was, and what's this Colin Ferrel sex fest thing about? Who is Colin Ferrel? Am I spelling Ferrel right? It looks like he was having some fun though. And what's with the cell phone hitting thing? I don't know the details on the puppy thing, but it sounds to me like it was a pretty good idea.
I'm thinking that in 2007 I'll continue on my course of ignorance and wait for the year end You Tube Barbie video to see what happened. Because you sure as hell won't find me reading a People magazine, not even in the bathroom. Because I just don't give a crap. Because, I, am, cool.

La Hanau Mahina

Sagittarius in Hawaiian is Welehu.

As a Welehu, I can verify the accuracy of the following Welehu attributes.
We are candid, impulsive, and restless with an insatiable curiosity and an extraordinary power of mental activity. True to our archer symbol Pana Pua, we aim well with remarkable intuitive knowledge. We can do just about anything we put our minds to.

Sagittarius is also the "Surfing Moon" month. Surfing is the favorite sport of the Welehu, and here you have it; an official Welehu, better known as Donna (Kona) Piranha, surfing in Maui to prove it.