short post; been doing things

Today, the drive-by post.  In chronological order ’cause I’m OCD that way.


The most important this week? The Third Quarter Artists’ Reception at the ARTgarage.  So–snacks, booze, art, and crazy artists.  What could be better?


Come on out and meet the crazies behind the art!


And, if the reception isn’t enough crazy artists in one space for you, try Colloso Picasso at the Wabeno Arts Consortium. <–I can’t go because I’m at the ARTgarage holding the fort down, but y’all should go and then report back to me how awesome it was so that I can be sad in my lameness.


Also, as of Monday, Miss ‘Lain–artist, friend, pain-in-the-ass, and all around good egg– will be a resident of Wisconsin.  *rubs tentacles together and adds another artist to the Wisconsin list*  We’re going to take over, ya know.


There are still some SAW spots open if you hurry!  I’m going to be helping to teach “Painting and Mixed Media.” *hyperventilates*  No, not really.  It’s going to be awesome.  Me, Co-teacher Carrie, and 12 1st-3rd graders.  It’s going to be fantastico!  <–This is in addition to the three class that I’m scheduled to teach this fall.


In a never-to-early-to-pimp-an-event event-pimping, mark your calendars for September 16th and 17th.  It’s the ARTgarage’s Marathon for Literature.  If you’d like to sign up to read, let me know, and I will direct you to the person with the reading schedule.  If not, come be our audience!  96 different books in 24 hours with snacks!


And that’s it!  That’s the post.  No deep philosophical ramblings.  No pictures.  Just all sorts of excitement!


Don’t y’all wish you lived here to?



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