Don't look now, but I think I'm having a social life. Tuesday night Doug Faunt came over for dinner, last night I went out after work with all my coworkers, and this weekend we're having a houseguest. We're already booked for dinner next Saturday, too. I'm giddy with excitement. Where's my fainting couch?
Going out after work turned out to be enormous fun because we all trundled down to Color Me Mine, a paint-your-own-ceramics shop. There are shelves of pre-fired white glazed ceramics which you choose among and paint. They had everything from dog bowls to menorahs to Elvis Presley busts. I picked out a small vase and attempted to turn it into art by painting little shoes and spirals all over it. I'll pick up the fired result Friday evening. I expect to hate it, frankly, but it was in the nature of an experiment. I'm sure I'll go back. Painting glazes is much harder than I remember and I want to try drawing my own design next time. The lead burns off in the firing so I can be as detailed as I like and look like a freehand genius when it's done. Huzzah!
I am, by the way, fine with the decision this week to toss out Paula Jones' sexual harassment claim against President Clinton. Of course, I'm also sure Clinton is a womanizing sleazebag, but this lawsuit wasn't the way to prove it.
Obligatory metajournaling section: I noticed four of my favorite diaries have stopped production. I will miss bitsandpieces, the gogo experiment, the unkept secret, and the Pages of Goo, at least until their next incarnation. And did you catch Al Schroeder's April Fool's joke? For devotees of online journals only, but gently amusing all the same. Ceej's Shattered Bleak Look, indeed....
