Lisa Snellings
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Saturday, March 31, 2007

Surreal

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There's a surreal that's particular to cold symptoms, then to the meds that treat cold symptoms. First when the cold is 'fresh...
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Friday, March 30, 2007

cocooning in company

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Orion and I are under the weather, hunkering down for the duration with blankets and video games and books, Sponge Bob and Samurai Jack, jui...
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Thursday, March 22, 2007

Between

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It's weird, not waking up every morning to head straight to the computer in my pajamas before the coffee is done to work with Ravyn on P...
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Saturday, March 17, 2007

POPPET PLANET IS LIVE; THE GALLERY IS OPEN

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Well, it is Saturday, officially. One minute after midnight. I'm reading instructions for Sea Monkeys and half listening to Stargate. T...
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Wednesday, March 14, 2007

Do Sea Monkey's Have Expiration Dates?

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Martin Mystery: "I'd rather be crazy than narrow-minded." *** Random thought: It seems that, compared to disappointment, anger...
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Monday, March 12, 2007

One Hundred Reasons

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One hundred pennies makes a dollar. One hundred years is a century. One hundred degrees Fahrenheit (and no rain) makes a desert. I'm not...
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Wednesday, March 07, 2007

A Rather Large List of Stuff

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I have accumulated a list of things to tell you. They are: Balticon I’ll be attending Balticon in May. I’m not exactly sure what I’ll be doi...
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Sunday, March 04, 2007

More Kalifornia

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Yesterday, I drive Aubrey to her yoga class, then to Vons for the only cat food Gurtie will currently eat--Fancy Feast SLICED!, beef or t...
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Thursday, March 01, 2007

Days Like This

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A note about pets. Anyone who has one, or is considering getting one, really should be prepared for the day to come---because it truly is a ...
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Monday, February 26, 2007

Chipping wisdom

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Lots of folk are digging out of snow and we are smack in the middle of basking season again. I refuse to feel guilty on this one. Believe me...
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Wednesday, February 21, 2007

Pooferific

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Ben and I spent hours in studio, with the fortune teller. Scuba gear would better serve to replace missing safety goggles with the air hose ...
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Tuesday, February 20, 2007

Where'd I go?

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It's like time travel. Really. Once again reminded with the force of a slap to the back of the head that time is not, never was and n...
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Wednesday, February 14, 2007

It Is What It Is Day

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I make lists. Lots of them. Lists can break otherwise daunting tasks into specific, clear elements. You don't build a barn or give a din...
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Saturday, February 10, 2007

Kalifornia

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We spent the afternoon and evening at the home of Ben's grandparents, Silvia and Woody, where it was not cold at all, where the grass wa...
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Monday, February 05, 2007

growing pains and bright spots

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I've said before that learning to be an artist doesn't prepare one for running an artist's business. No wonder I'm burned ou...
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Sunday, February 04, 2007

A day of Making

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I made my hair different. It looks lik e this: I made a pumkin pie. It looked like this: I made time to read. It looked like this: I made...
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Friday, February 02, 2007

b r e a k

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Burnout approaches. I am a LIAR. Ok. Here I go again: Burnout arrived a few days ago and your brilliant artist here decided to ignore it....
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Wednesday, January 31, 2007

The Gallery opens gradually...

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The ROMANTICS show is OFFICIALLY OPEN today with art auctions added until midnight tonight. There are a number of Little Red Poppets at the...
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Tuesday, January 30, 2007

The Hours

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Twelve hours after my last post, Ravyn was homeward bound and Pete and I were on our way to the park with Orion. It was a day with wind and ...
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2:16

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It's now 2:16 a.m. I am done playing with strange little poppets. Ravyn is not done playing with strange little ponies. She is w...
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