Spool•tacular

In honor of Halloween, I give you a quick video of Ellen scaring the crap out of Taylor Swift. I'm still laughing.

Stop. m o t i o n

An awesome video a friend of mine posted. Thought I'd share it.

a little bit about the video-----> [This is the PEN Story in stop motion. We shot 60.000 pictures, developed 9.600 prints and shot over 1.800 pictures again. No post production! Thanks to all the stop motion artists who inspired us.]

Electric Candy

Kryptonite is to Superman as Cotton Candy is to Me. Though, I wouldn't say it weakens me as much as I have a weakness for it.

Who knew that building a moderately effective 'home studio' took so many chords??? About every 5 days I've come to the conclusion that I'm finally able to start recording again, only to find myself on the phone with Guitar Center, discussing the crucial piece of equipment I'm missing. Soon I say. Soon.

Tonight was the craziest lighting storm I've ever seen. I'm only writing because in all seriousness, my mind's still holding onto the imprints of some of those bolts. I drove to a town away to grab some VERY delicious take-out. I thought, why not take the dogs along, as it's nearly their most favorite thing in the world. On the way home, the lightning started. Loud thunder, bucket-sized rain drops, and the sudden parade of visible electricity. Up here in the mountains, thunder & lightning is typical. This, however, was something spectacular. There I was, driving cautiously home, suddenly aware of my gratitude to car engineers and the manufacturing of non-metallic interiors. To my surprise, I screamed out, with a voice like that of an excited child... "WHAT IF WE GET STRUCK BY LIGHTNING!?" My dogs sat still in the backseat, suddenly less enthusiastic about the outing, slightly cowering with every strike. Movie scenes started flashing through my head - first the old guy from "Benjamin Button," except this time I was the oldie reminiscing... "Did I ever tell you about the time I was struck by lightning?" Then it was "The Ice Storm," and I was trying to remember the tragic ending where the kid died by a power line dropping on the metal guard rail he was holding on to, right? Right, I thought, that was a power line, and this is a storm. Then I remembered the movie "Powder", and I started to wonder if I would loose my hair, have it turn platinum forever, or, inherit super abilities. With all of these extravagant possibilities racing through my mind, I found myself at home quicker than I realized. I went to the back yard, secured the deck furniture, and came inside to enjoy my take-out, try to get through HBO's "Grey Gardens," and soak in the wafting Pumpkin Spiced candle I grabbed at the store. The End.

Now, I'm contemplating sleep. Notice, contemplating. The more I think about it though, I start to wonder if there's any purpose in trying to dismantle a lifetime of horrible sleeping habits. I'm a night owl, I always have been, and I don't want to say I always will be, but it only seems logical. In fact, I remember a night when I was 4 or 5. My parents had put me to bed, and after what I thought had been hours, I quietly got out of my bed and snuck into the kitchen to grab a Granny Smith apple. Right as I turned around to leave, SURPRISE, my not so amused father was standing at the door, inquiring about my late night escape.

What do I do so late in a town that has NO night life? Nothing of consequence, I can assure you. For example, I just drew a 'beau'. Yes, the creepy men drawings I have had a 6+ year fascination of drawing. So I'll leave you with it/him, say goodbye, and try to find something slightly more stimulating to do for the rest of the evening. In reality? Probably watch Anne of Green Gables and fall asleep to my dogs snoring on my couch. Tomorrow I'll tackle water colors and basket weaving ;).

Thanks for reading. Stay close, new music to come soon.
(cross your fingers)
All my love,
Audrey Ebbs.