call me crank

Frustration with rank incompetence is a constant struggle for yours truly, but thankfully the ratio of awesome fellow peons to those who give us a bad name is pretty stacked in favor of the former.

I've been deprived of my art-making sanctuary this week, and miss the visceralness of twisting wire and shaping clay greatly, but having a flash drive full of cathartic tuneage of the heavy variety, potential rockingness of some kind and cousins coming in this weekend, some cinematic greatness arriving from another bibliotheque, and fabulous department soiree leftovers of the fruit/veggies/swanky cheese have turned my surly mood into one that's a little less curmudgeonly. As lame as it sometimes gets, there's a lot of things in my life that are good and it could always be much much worse.