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When I woke up Saturday morning and shuffled over to my computer to check my e-mail, I didn't expect to receive a spread-eagle welcome from the porn star, Mia Ling. But, I guess you never know what each day will bring. Apparently, what was in store this day was a healthy, 68-window dose of hardcore pornography. Not to fear if I somehow found a way to close all the windows and felt pangs of regret in doing so, because a new one would inevitably open in 2 minutes. Now, while I appreciate friendly greetings from parted-lipped inebriated internet beauties, I'm really not a huge fan of porn. Since I don't frequent these sites myself, and because I was under the impression that you only get x-rated viruses from the sites themselves, I did what any intelligent, rational person would do. I blamed my boyfriend. (To his credit, I'm pretty sure I downloaded it while trying to pirate music on limewire.)
The virus became exponentially worse as the early morning hours dragged on. Not only was I getting visited by hundreds of "local singles in my area" every five minutes (Which, by the way, I realize must be a lie. I *never* see girls like this at Starbucks, the grocery store, or even on street corners), but now I my internet was not working. In fact, nothing worked. Photoshop, Illustrator, Microsoft Word, Minesweeper, all kaput. So, from now on I'm using Tom's computer to write the blog, so the graphics might not be quite as (awesome).
On a brighter note, I've sold two paintings in the last 48 hours. I sold the painting I recently made of the headlights in the rain, and also the girl with the butterfly on her nose. Paid in full. See Dad, I can make a living selling paintings.
I've also finished painting number 16. Another study of light. This is a street in Seattle, Washington at sunrise. I'm hoping I can con someone into buying this one, and soon. I really want to go to China. Bad.
The virus became exponentially worse as the early morning hours dragged on. Not only was I getting visited by hundreds of "local singles in my area" every five minutes (Which, by the way, I realize must be a lie. I *never* see girls like this at Starbucks, the grocery store, or even on street corners), but now I my internet was not working. In fact, nothing worked. Photoshop, Illustrator, Microsoft Word, Minesweeper, all kaput. So, from now on I'm using Tom's computer to write the blog, so the graphics might not be quite as (awesome).
On a brighter note, I've sold two paintings in the last 48 hours. I sold the painting I recently made of the headlights in the rain, and also the girl with the butterfly on her nose. Paid in full. See Dad, I can make a living selling paintings.
I've also finished painting number 16. Another study of light. This is a street in Seattle, Washington at sunrise. I'm hoping I can con someone into buying this one, and soon. I really want to go to China. Bad.
