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time to play catch-up

first thing the first:  check out my shiny phone case that i designed.  *shines badge*  y’all can get one of your own on my redbubble.

second thing the second:  i am officially going to be at minnesota comic con.

how’s that for awesome?  (i’m not listed on the site yet, but this only happened a few days ago, so who knows how quickly they update?  especially right before federal holidays.)

and, i just applied for CONvergence (also in minnesota–is this a theme?)

other con applications i have out right now are c2e2 (?!?!?!?!?), anime milwaukee, and kitsune kon (in green bay so, ya know, home).

Continue reading time to play catch-up


NaNo successfully navigated; Art Meets Heart completed.

So, I’ve been the sickest of little squids the last couple of days (I caught a cold at Thanksgiving from my extended, loving family), and then I had to kind of rush to finish my Art Meets Heart canvas for the ARTgarage, which totally makes it sound epic but it totally wasn’t. <–It was basically spray painting the canvas and then attaching all the bits and pieces to the canvas.

spindle’s work, Zellandine’s denouement: (pre-born) Thumbelina
Katrina (‘Trie) Blasingame
canvas, spray paint, handspun yarn from a Hello Purl art batt, copper wire, jewelry wire, cast silver object

And, because it’s a very 3-dimensional work, a collaged photo-set!

spindle’s work, Zellandine’s denouement: (pre-born) Thumbelina
(details and multiple views)

And!  I finished my NaNo!  I have proof!

If, say, y’all would like to read what I have been writing for NaNo (and I know y’all do ’cause, seriously, why wouldn’t y’all want to hear my manic characters be manic because who wouldn’t), check my NaNoWriMo tag over on my Tumblr.

I kinda like my novel (what I have of it because–OMG!–plot-y novel is plot-y!), but I have 50,000+ words and am nowhere near being done with the actual novel. <–This is freaking me the fuck out.  Seriously.  I’ve never had a novel be so–novel-y.

And, since I have been sickly-squid, I’ve been watching movies.  We all have movies that are our go-to movies when we’re sick or upset or whatever;  The Avengers has totally become one of those movies for me (and I could go on and on for weeks–and have!–about how amazing it is), but my other movies (and long-time readers will be aware of this) is Julie and Julia.

I know, they don’t seem to have anything in common, but emotionally, they do for me for some reason.  I think it might be that entire “searching for our places in the world thing” that they both have going on:  everyone in the Avengers Initiative because they’re all considered freaks because they aren’t “normal” people (whatever that means) and are still unfinished people for various reasons, and Julie Powell and Julia Child because they’re both trying to find who they want to be.

These are themes that are relevant to my interests.

by downeyclaus

And, I love this moment in Julie and Julia because it comes so close in the movie after Dor and Julia talking about how they never fit in Pasedina and the near-fisticuffs about McCarthy that Julia gets into with her pops.  I just love how they reach for each other like “this was the only place we belonged, with each other” and then, just after, their husbands shake hands, and then there’s this feeling of “and now we fit here too with these valiant individuals who are brave enough to love us.”

I like it.  I like it a lot.

And, this theme of belonging and trying-to-belong I think is something that always permeates my work since, fairytales, really do have this undertone of belonging and not belonging and figuring out how to belong in them.

So, yeah.  Belonging.

And, I have waxed rhapsodic in a drugged haze a bit too long, I think.


Art-ing, bookmaking, NaNo, and poetry.


I’ve been up to my pointed little ears in work.  Gallery Nite was last week, so that’s always kinda epic on November because everyone is trying to get everyone else to buy what they’re selling.

(NB:  I actually sold a skein of yarn.  Mind, y’all, it was like a $15 skein of yarn, but baby-steps, right?)

I was also busy because my bookmaking class at the ARTgarage went (and I think it went well, but I also haven’t looked at the evaluations because evaluations scare the bejeezus out of me after years teaching College Composition.  Just no.)

We made six book-types in six hours:  instabooks (five forms), hard-backed concertina/accordion books, pamphlet books (they did 3-hole, and I showed them 5-hole), “easy” Coptic bound (still took an hour and a half), Japanese stab stitch (the easiest version but with supplemental instructions on the other three I have wandering around), and a folded altered-book form.

So, yeah, a lot of books in a very short amount of time.

5-hole pamphlet bound sample book


“easy” Coptic bound sample book

These are two of the books that we made.  Everyone chose their own colors for everything, so no person’s book was like anyone else’s unless the person chose it to be.  These were the ones I made during the class so that I could show the students what to do.

It’s actually kinda difficult to make the book and talk about making the book at the same time.  I hadn’t expected that for some reason.  I think, if the class goes again, I’ll be better prepared for that difficulty.

…it totally didn’t help that I hadn’t made books in a while and kinda hadn’t expected the class to actually go.


I’m thinking about talking to the SAW coordinator at the ARTgarage and seeing if a bookmaking class (or papermaking or some sort of fiber arts class) might not be a good addition to the standard curriculum of painting, pastels, and drawing.  Not that that isn’t all well and good and necessary, but it seems like it might be nice to start introducing them to alternative art-making forms, right?

What got me thinking about seeing about these additions is that an art!friend of mine asked me (and a bunch of other artists) if we would be interested in helping out with a high school (portable) mural project.  I was, so I am. *\o/*

And, another art!friend of mine is putting together another show and has asked me if I’d like to play.  This is my friend who coordinated and curated the Circus Nerve show last April, which was amazing and bizarre and we should totally do another circus-themed show because that was fantastic!   The piece I made specifically for the show was this guy:

unnamed friends: pyramid-bird
acrylic and spray paint on canvas
Katrina (‘Trie) Blasingame

So, yeah, that’s exciting!

And, NaNo is proceeding apace.  I’ve actually cracked 40,000, so only 10,000 to go!

Mind, y’all, I think I’m only through about a third of my actual plot, but meh.  This silly thing is actually going to be a fully conceptualized and plotted out novel if I die trying! <–There shall be no dying; there shall only be victory!

And, that brings us to poetry.  I have been promising, so here are some of the poems I’ve been writing and posting on my on-the-go studio Tumblr/fandom Tumblr (because, if y’all have noticed, a lot of my art-practice is highly conceptualized from visual culture/popular culture, fairy tales, myths, legends, and well, yeah).

Katrina (‘Trie) Blasingame


Henry, or Meeting Aurora
Katrina (‘Trie) Blasingame


Katrina (‘Trie) Blasingame


Katrina (‘Trie) Blasingame

If you want to see more, and you just can’t wait until the next time I post some, don’t want to follow my Tumblr, or be my friend on Instagram, I have a folder on Flickr for my Instagramed-poetry.

Okay, I really must go off and commit more literary atrocities.

Have a good Thanksgiving or Thursday, depending on where y’all are!

NaNo on!


“No matter who you vote for, make sure you vote.” (“Game On”, 4.5, West Wing)

Really, I think that it’s clear who should be elected, but I know that my opinion is not everyone (or anyone) else’s opinion–so yeah.

So, if y’all haven’t voted today, get on that donkey like now.  It needs to be done.  This is how we are heard, and sometimes, being heard means that our better angels can shout down other’s devils.

It’s important.

This time more than maybe any other.

So, yeah, I’ve been promising a National Novel Writing Month post (and have been avoiding it because I’ve been saving my words for my novel, but I think I might have a few to spare today).

National Novel Writing Month (or NaNoWriMo to those of us poor souls that schlep through it every year) is basically attempting to write a 50,000 word novel (roughly equivalent in length to Brave New World by Aldous Huxley) over the course of November.

Yep, you read that right:   50,000 words in 30 days.

Terrifyingly, it’s actually doable.

You don’t worry about out-of-character-ness, grammar, spelling, plot-holes, or anything.  That’s all worried about in the editing.  You just worry about getting out a draft.

My novel this year was actually sparked by my series spindle’s work, Zellandine’s denouement (and Gnome saying, why don’t you do Zellandine’s Museum and have all you pieces be in it all Night Gallery-esque), so kinda derivative from shows like Night Gallery and Warehouse 13 and Friday the 13th:  The Series but different. <–Yes, I am ridiculously well-versed in bad horror and scifi series.  Deal with it.

My main character is Enim Hallow, who is the most recent generation of Hallows and becomes the Object Curator of Zellandine’s Museum.  My other characters are Benedict “Benny” Orwell Timothy Carroll IV, the Objects Auditor; Orestes “Wolf” Lacon, Object Security and Stabilization; Zellandine “Z” Rose, Object Research and Collection; and Gilmer “Gil” Enkid, Object Tracker.  A couple of characters from my other novels are making cameos:  Jael Delilah Scarlett, a Hood (basically, the Hoods are were-animal Hunters, but Delilah isn’t really having it; she’s also what is called an Enkite [i.e., she’s a knowledge keeper] who is being recruited into the Ninkasi, a secret order within the Enkites who want to bring down the Hoods), and Tierney MacKay, an Indidem Sanguine (sort of a born-vampire).


After a fashion.

Basically, before the entire vampire-thing, Tierney and Enim went to art school together.


It makes more sense in my head, I think.

But, yep, this is November.  I’ve completed NaNo before, but this time, I’m aiming for something a bit further along on the useable than my other novels have been (like, there might be a plot that can actually be used, and characters that don’t need a drastic overhaul when I’m done).

An excerpt:

Enim just—stopped. He stopped and he looked around Zellandine’s Museum and saw nothing that looked remotely dangerous.

Honestly, if Enim hadn’t been being told his entire life that many of these objects were exceedingly old, he had have thought that they were pieces of contemporary art. Really, he didn’t think that they were that old; they were just made by an artist he had never heard of, had never met.

Because that was the way of the world sometimes.

Seriously, they would have been incredibly interesting art pieces, and yeah, there were pieces that were just like “what the actual fuck are these things doing in a Museum?”–like the old turquoise glass stoppered bottle that was filled with sea urchin carapaces and spins.

Pretty, but seriously huh?

But, evidently, the oldest piece (and the piece that looked least like it was old) was a piece called Zellandine.

Evidently, the Museum was named after this piece.  Or the piece was named after the Museum.

Or, door number three, there was absolutely no correlation between the name of the Museum and the name of the piece.


But it was described as being made of handspun yarn, copper wire, handspun silk, handmade flax paper, and ink.

Okay, yeah, that was pretty obvious what it was made of—if you had been to art school and actually had had classes in fiber and paper and metal—but that was not really all that helpful. Or, honestly, descriptive.

But, there was something about it that made Enim want to touch it.

It looked soft, like, really soft. The fiber part, that is. And the flax paper that stood out, was sew to the fiber so that it fluttered and moved in every single tiny breeze, made an amazing rasp-slither-crinkle sound that set Enim’s nerves on edge but was also almost addictive.

Yeah, sensory art. Kinetic art. Fiber art. Total turn-ons for Enim’s art-prone brain.

…maybe he would just touch. No one would know—

The bell above the door tinkle-jingled causing Enim to jump back away from Zellandine really not knowing—remembering—why he had wanted to touch the piece so badly.

Enim turned to see who had actually come into the Museum (Had anyone ever even come into the Museum?) He had been coming here his entire life—like, he was fairly certain that he had been born in the preservationist room, but whatever—and Enim could not really think of anyone other than his family—extended and close and unknown and every flavor in-between—having ever stepped foot into the Museum.

So, yeah, that’s a little bit of the 12,000+ words I’ve written so far.

It seriously took like 4,000 for Enim and Benny to finally have a conversation that was, ya know, doing anything to forward the plot.

Okay, back to the salt mines.

Happy Election Day!

NaNo 0n.


Halloween post.

‘Cause I felt like it, and I have the candy and everything ready for when the trick-or-treaters start coming.  (I even have the jack-o-lanterns lit and a Halloween station playing on Pandora on the TV.  I’m trying.)

(I am totally already into the candy.  Like, cherry blow-pops are a singular weakness of mine.)

The jack-o-lanterns got a little conceptual this year.  IDEK, why, but they did.

Y’all may or may not remember zombie!bunny, but yeah, he decided this year that he wanted to make a Halloween appearance and that he absolutely needed to have a zombie!bride of his very own.

Well, needless to say, I wasn’t going to sacrifice a helpless little bunny to his devious designs, so I dressed up a pumpkin.

He went for it–idek how–but he did.  They seem very happy together, yeah?

Poor pumpkin.

We’re calling him Harvey, by-the-by.

…hopefully, this doesn’t start a zombie!pumpkin trend that will lead to a zombie!pumpkin apocalypse. *frets*

We also had a little ghost-pumpkin wander by.  He’s a bit dim and confused, for some reason.

Unfortunately, our other jack-o-lantern doesn’t precisely trust him.

Totally with the side-eye-ing.  Jeez, dude, get a grip already.  He’s not doing anything.

…and, we’ve totally had three kids already.  Sad costumes are sad.

Totally teenage boys, but yeah, last year, there weren’t a whole lot of exciting costumes either.  I don’t necessarily have any room to talk, except that I’m totally dressed as Stiles from Teen Wolf but a fandom-version.  For some reason, Stiles shows up with fox ears often in this fandom, so I have my fuzzy blue ears on.

Obscure reference is really fucking obscure. *meh*

…we just had the cutest little skeleton. <3

Okay, so this is really being totally not-an-art post, but it’s Halloween!  And, conceptual!pumpkins are conceptual, right?

There’s another post coming (probably tomorrow) about National Novel Writing Month and my classes actually being, ya know, taught!


I am the office weird. /deadpanned

I’m totally kidding.  I’m not the office weird…all the time.

I share the position with five other people–none of which actually work in an office. <–This includes me.

See, the office weird.

*tra la la lalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalala*

I seriously am just from the Land of Warped today.  True story.

So, point.  Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeere point.

I’ve been trying out Springpad for the last week.  Basically, it’s a web-based virtual notebooking app that allows you to create notebooks of information and interconnect them via tags.

Like Evernote, really.

Or any other millions of other apps.

I admit, I’m partial to Evernote because of the offline usage and smartphone apps.  Springpad does have an offline mode (that I haven’t tried yet), but because I have a Blackberry, there isn’t an app, per se; there’s a mobile site.  *hands*  It’s not that big of a deal (I have to do the same issue with Google+, the bastards.).

Springpad’s okay.  In the last week, Springpad has become my online collection app for quixotism and curiosity while Evernote is my go-to for long-term collection and storage.  <–It’s also the program I wrote my NaNoWriMo novel, Hood, in since I could have all the research and reference photos at the ready and cataloged appropriately.  Also, I could work on the novel anywhere I wanted to through the mobile app.

OCD=me.  What can I say?  I’m an organization crazy.

As I use it more, I’ll let y’all know more about using it–or, you could try it yourself.  It’s free after all.

So, for some reason, I almost always have Attack of the Show or X-Play on while I’m sitting here fiddling with the thinky-thoughts.  Today, Craftzine was mentioned on Attack of the Show for a how-to they did on using conductive thread so that you don’t have to take off your gloves to use your touch-screen phones.  Easy version here:  Touch Screen Gloves; more complicated version here:  Knit Conductive Thread Into Your Gloves.

Geeks and crafters/artists are merging into one mega-being:  The Creek.  Or is is The Gafters?  Best of both worlds.

It’s the Age of the Geek. *is totally Hardison from Leverage*

So, questions and oooooOOOOOOOOoooooooo for today:

Enrique Gomez De Molina makes these really interesting chimeric taxidermy sculptures.  He’s being tried for illegal importation of endangered critter bits.  Which, honestly, he should know better than to illegally import anything and using bits of endangered critters is severally hinky, but that’s not even really the point.

Does his artwork constitute animal cruelty?  What do y’all think of his work in general (and conceptual framework)?  What do y’all think of the usage of endangered critter bits?

And, in a less controversial oooOOOoooo, is Whimseybox.  There are Wine/Cheese/Beer/Hooker of the Month sites (Okay, not Hooker of the Month.  That I know of.); here is a Craft Supply of the Month option.  Craftzine did an entire thing on it, and I kinda want a subscription.  *rubs tentacles together all Mr. Burns-esque*

And, since Yule, Saturnalia, Hanukkah, Christmas, Squidmas, and any number of other holiday festivities, how about celebrating with “A Very Zombie Holiday” video from the lovely ladies at Team Unicorn FTW:

I totally realize that I owe y’all fairytale meta, but it’s not happening today.  Holiday zombies and Team Unicorn are kinda over-ruling it today.  Eventually, I swear.

Courage and Happy Holidays.

So, it’s November–

—and around here, that means it’s time to NaNo!

That’s National Novel Writing Month for those of you that don’t know.

Every year, we each try to write a 50,000 word novel over the course of November:  bad grammar, incomprehensible plot, Old Ones turned into plushie cephlapods (that’s one of my previous NaNos), it’s all good in the hood. <—Don’t mind me, I’m a little sleep depped; I don’t normally say or write things like that.  It’s the orgiastic abandon of NaNoWriMo, I swear!  I’m not in complete control of my senses!


So, the question is:  Who else is NaNo-ing, and what is going by the wayside so that you can make your 50,000 word goal?

Me?  I’m behind in my art-making, but NaNo is also keeping me from completely freaking out distracting me from the hurry-up-and-wait-ness of an application that I have floating out in the universe.

We each have our coping strategies, yeah?