Can’t Sleep, Con Will Eat Me

I’m in frantic con-prep mode, which is why I’m not saying anything much of interest here. Prints. God, I hate running prints. (Actually, I don’t mind the printing so much as FIGHTING WITH THE PRINTER GRAH KILL SMASH INK!)

But in theory I will be ready for Further Confusion. If the printer holds out. I have about fifteen paintings/LE prints to go to the art show, and while I’d like to do one or two more small pieces, that’s not a bad sized show for me.

I am alternating printing with building a large raised bed in the back yard (the last of the main beds! After this it’s all carving out little chunks from the woods and along the fence line!) This involves moving rather heavy concrete blocks, so I try only to move ten or fifteen before taking a break so my back doesn’t a-splode.

This bed is for veggies. Only for veggies. No interesting other plants. Except maybe a spleenwort tucked in the cracks near the bottom on the shady side. That would be okay. And I could do a trailing partridgeberry. But only veggies on top. Seriously. I MEAN IT.

8 thoughts on “Can’t Sleep, Con Will Eat Me

  1. Wolf Lahti says:

    I always sprinkle my veggie beds with Marigolds, because their scent is said to repel white flies, carrot flies, nematodes, tomato worms, various beetles, and even rabbits.

    Stick with the traditional varieties, however. The new hybrids are not affective pest deterrents.

  2. The Gecko says:

    :narrows eyes:

    Let me tell you something about printers. Printers are horrible demonspawn that walk the earth. Printers feed on human suffering and misery – your tears and wails of agony are as sweet nectar to them.

    When a printer’s working, it’s only because it’s lulling you into a false sense of security, setting you up for its inevitable betrayal. Every document or image it prints is an investement, designed to make you feel more secure that your printer will work when you need it… until that one crucial moment when something HAS to be printed, deadlines are closing in! Then the infernal device’s trap has been sprung and those weeks and months of flawless printing pay off, as it fails to reliably churn our your pages, and your hopes and dreams are dashed against the metaphorical rocks of platic, ink and paper!

    What I’m saying here is that printers are kind of jerks.

  3. Lounalune says:

    I was, at first, a bit confused as to why you were building the bed in the backyard instead of directly in the sleeping room.
    No, I don’t have a garden, why do you ask?

  4. Hawk says:

    Indeed printers are evil. And worse they’re bloody expensive to feed >.<

    Have a fantastic con, though! It'll be great and it won't eat you. Just nibble your feet a bit 😛

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  6. Mean Waffle says:

    Is there a list of cons you’re planning to grace in the near future? (I’m preparing to blush furiously after being told, well it’s right here, most people don’t miss that big button.)

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