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Dragon Print

Posted by ErinKelly on January 2, 2013 at 10:55 AM Comments comments (0)

Here's an ink print I made a while ago. Just dug it out from an old portfolio and it struck me how much I liked it. 


The Holiday Mood Spill

Posted by ErinKelly on December 20, 2012 at 9:30 AM Comments comments (0)

This pre-work part of the day is dedicated to drinking coffee, and waiting for the scheduled snow to start rolling in. I'm quite content sitting at my computer, in my fancy new executive chair, next to my new fancy executive filing cabinet. (Hooray for early Christmas gifts!) Feeling so blessed has put me in a mood, so brace yourself for what's about to spill out.

     To all my friends and colleagues: I hope your holiday season is full of love, laugher and joy. I know I haven't met some of you that I call friends, but that doesn't dilute my wish; I've found the connection one needs for friendship is not tangible, but simply one of the heart. All of you are in my heart today. I'm thinking of those of you with health problems, and hoping for relief from your uncertainty and pain. I'm thinking of those in the middle of serious life changes and tumultuous times, and hoping for a whisper of contentment in any quiet moment you can find. I'm thinking of those of you who wonder why you're even here; please hang on. (Even if it's only because I asked you nicely.) May you all find yourselves in the company of someone who loves you, and be lucky enough to know it. 

   The snow has now started; I'm warming up my coffee and retiring to the couch. So in closing ... Merry Christmas, everyone! 


Simplicity

Posted by ErinKelly on December 12, 2012 at 11:15 AM Comments comments (0)



There are no words to describe how much I love gray.

Posted by ErinKelly on December 11, 2012 at 10:55 AM Comments comments (0)

                          

                                                                       

An Over-Dramatic Redbox Misadventure.

Posted by ErinKelly on December 11, 2012 at 10:15 AM Comments comments (0)


Last night, as every night I have Redbox movies due, the realization hits at about 8:45 that: A) The DVD's I rented need to be back in their wee red beds down the street at 9:00, and then B) It's outright insanity for one to be expected to leave the warm confines of their home after sundown.

 

There are three of these movies here somewhere, and I find two right away; I'm clearly off to an optimistic start. I promptly rescue the third from under a stack of unread magazines. (Some may think it difficult to lose DVD's when they're only in your possession for 20 hours. Let's be honest; It IS. But I don't let such obstacles keep me from succeeding.)

 

With three DVD's in hand, I grudgingly enter a car in which the interior temperature rivals that of a meat locker, and travel the quarter mile to the nearest building that houses a Redbox. I have approximately nine minutes before these movies will be considered late. This, for me, is doing extremely well. I'm feeling quite responsible. 

 

Facing the massive robotic vendor, I shift the first case into it's proper return position. In doing so, I notice the DVD disc is absent. (Of course.) I contemplate returning the empty shell to it's mother ship as a "good intentions" offering, but then I remember they pave the road to hell with good intentions, and so I withdraw the soulless shell of a case. Angering the Redbox is one problem I don't need.

 

On to the next. This one contains both the pre-requisite parts, so I am relieved and proceed as usual. I wait (for what seems like) the four-and-a-half minute eternity for Redbox to engage "suction mode", and then dutifully insert the DVD. The machine thinks for a few seconds, then displays a series of easy-to-read graphics, gleefully detailing the fact that I'm an idiot who can't understand simple directions of how to properly do ANYTHING, let alone return a Redbox DVD.

 

I accept this as truth, and move on. Rotating the case, flipping over the DVD, and every combination therein. I tried this with both the remaining movies. At the end of this battle I stand, DVD's still in hand, glaring at my towering crimson nemesis. I know what I have to do. "I'm telling." I murmur at it, giving it one last mildly displeased glance before heading off to find someone willing to listen to my tale of woe.

 

The 9:00 deadline is looming, but I arrive back with two staff members who clearly assume I'm the low dot on the evolutionary timeline, and that this problem will be easily solved by those with developed neocortical activity and fifteen extra seconds. With mixed emotions, I watch as they take problem solving to a whole new level. Which is to say, they tried everything the same way I did, and failed just as miserably.

 

I figure at this point, I'm in the clear. I have contacted the proper authorities through the correct channels, and they will testify to the Redbox's overlord that I, humble servant, attempted to return the movies before the contractually agreed upon time. This means, naturally, I will NOT be charged the extra $2.14; I can leave the movies in their trust, re-enter my traveling meat locker, and end up back on my couch in just under three minutes. Oh, but wait...

 

Even with all their advanced knowledge of the machine's inner workings, the two staff members are having difficulties extracting the phone number needed in order to resolve this horrifyingly first-world problem. A deep rooted fear of needlessly spending money slowly creeps in, and is soon realized; after 30 seconds of deliberation so intense it renders their brains useless, they inform me I must take these particular DVD's and deposit them at a different location.

 

That's it. They walk away, unfazed. I try to argue, but it's clear there are some cigarettes calling their names from afar. They've sentenced me for my crimes. What would my mother have to say about this money squandering? She raised me as though the 1980's, in all their economic glory, were the coming of the second great depression.

 

The only ending I have planned for this story is to relay one simple thought. The film "The Other Guys" is greater than a one dollar rental fee, but less than a two dollar one.


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