The Oscars, Another Hospital Visit, and Miss Coriander

The Academy Awards are over and this year is the first time ever that I have seen every movie nominated for Best Picture. This year there were a ridiculous NINE nominations instead of the usual and sensible five. It would have been easier in the past for me to see five than nine, but this year I have a film-major-man-friend on my side named Tim.

Even a week-long trip to the hospital and over a month of unknowingly having Endocarditis couldn't stop us from seeing all these films (it did slow us down though).

Last Thursday night I ran into some doubt that would even be able to watch the Oscars because I landed back in the hospital! Lucky for me it was only an allergic reaction to the medications I've been injecting for three weeks through the PICC line in my arm... No biggie. The doctors gave me a new intravenous medication, a million medical tests and I was out of the hospital in a mere 19 hours. (yayyyy!)

Anyways, I quite enjoyed the Oscars this year. Of course Billy Crystal will probably remain my favorite Oscar host, but Seth MacFarlane had enough musical references to keep me completely satisfied (especially the Sound of Music Joke).

Argo deservedly won for best picture. It was racked with so many suspenseful-edge-of-your-seat-and-squeeze-the-heck-out-of-the-hand-of-whoever-is-sitting-next-to-you moments that I think Tim's hand got permanently crippled. (I'm an intense movie viewer. It can be dangerous to sit next to me during a film.)

Argo's basic plot is about a CIA agent (Ben Affleck) trying to help six American Diplomats escape from Iran by posing as a Canadian film crew. The plot is suppose to be ridiculous... It's part of what made the plan in the movie and in real life actually work. 

What is outstanding about this movie is how it was directed. There have been a lot of comments and outrage about Ben Affleck getting snubbed for the Oscars, and I agree. 

I know most people hate Ben Affleck for plenty of valid reasons (Pearl Harbor, Gigli). But I think it's time we gave him a chance and the respect that he deserves for directing a great film. No one could have directed the movie quite with the style and brilliance that he did. 

Don't believe me?

Then just imagine watching the same movie: directed by Woody Allen.

"The Iranians will totally buy that I'm a Canadian film producer."

I believe strongly the movie would have been just as brilliant, but probably more of a comedy than a suspenseful based-on-real-events-drama.

While I'm a huge Woody Allen fan, I know many of you aren't. So be nice to Ben Affleck.

In other news, I'm still alive... I'm just moving rather slow. So many friends, family and strangers have sent their well-wishes. I couldn't be more grateful for all of you. Thank you!!

Also, just a special little shout-out to Coriander Shea Detwiler: Last night the fairies brought me a present full of healing love and well-wishes from Miss Coriander who is not only an amazingly talented artist, but also is my Big Faery Sister. Anyways, Cori is super fantastic in every way and is one of the kindest souls I know. Please click her name to view her website, Like her Facebook and buy a ton of her extraordinary artwork!

Thanks and may the fairies stay far away from your coffee today! (it's one of those Thursdays that feels like a Monday)

Out of the Hospital and Taking it Easy: Heart Awareness Month

Day 5 in the Hospital with flowers from my family

Some of you may have seen my facebook recently which declared taking a break due to medical reasons. I would love to write a detailed blog entry about what that specifically means, but my energy is extraordinarily low. I lost a lot of weight while in the hospital and am extremely weak. (possibly coz hospital food is wretched) I'll have to summarize now and write more later.

Basically, I just got out of a week long hospital stay on Thursday, the 31st of January. I wrote in an earlier blog that I had the flu-- well, apparently it WAS NOT THE FLU!

My doctors (I had at least 6 of them including Cardiology and Infectious Disease doctors) finally tracked that I had Endocarditis, which in short, is an infection in the lining and valves of my heart. While this is generally bad news for most people, it's even worse news for me due to my heart conditions which have led me to a few open-heart surgeries... LUCKILY, I did not have to have another open-heart surgery this time around! The doctors administered around the clock antibiotics and by Tuesday I was finally showing signs of improving.

I was sent home with a PICC line, which is basically like a hardcore IV. The PICC is inserted in my left arm and there is a plastic wire that snakes up my arm, through my shoulder, and into my heart. Because of the PICC, I personally inject antibiotics intravenously four times a day for 2.5 hours at a time. Don't worry, I only have to do this for 6 whole weeks...

My planner right now is filled with injection times, pill times, and doctor visits. My job is now my health.

On the plus side, this couldn't have come at a better time, as February is Heart Health Awareness Month!!! (trying to find a silver lining somehow!) Usually I sell products on my website and donate a dollar from every product to the American Heart Association. This year, I do not have energy to fill orders. But please spread the word and try to focus on good Heart Health-- it is SO important for everyone. If you would like to donate to the American Heart Association, they are the reason why I get to be alive today. They are an amazing organization and the donations help fund research! Their website is www.heart.org Their site has a multitude of information on Healthy Living and if you are inspired to donate, the button is in the upper right corner.

I hope at some point to write a more detailed blog about my hospital stay and experiences. For now, I thought I'd give a general update to my family, friends, fans and caring people. So many of you sent me so many sweet texts, phone calls, comments on facebook, positive messages, hospital visits and prayers. I am so happy to know I have so many True-Blue friends and the best family I could ask for! I couldn't be more grateful to you all. Thank you for your kindness, support and prayers during this wild trip in my life.

Go forth and be Heart-Healthy!

2012: A Year of Art and Cat Shenanigans in Pictures

Jaz and I wish you a Happy New Year!

2013 already?! Jeez! Sorry this New Year's Blog is late-- I started it around Early January and then realized that I had the flu for three weeks... Still have the flu, hope this blog make sense. 

Well, I had a pretty good 2012-- I took a lot of what wasn't working out of my life and made way for bigger, better and brighter things. This year at SFSU was extremely productive-- I have tons of new art from my classes which I'm very proud of. I have posted some of my favorites below.

Cranes- unfinished oil painting on canvas board from Painting Class

Still life - 18x24 Oil on Canvas Board

Unfinished Cloth Study (Classwork) Charcoal Drawing 

2x3 foot Abstraction Assignment - Oil on Stretched Canvas

"Recreation of Master Painting" Assignment 18x24 inches - Oil on Canvas Board
This painting was recreated from a bad photocopy of a GORGEOUS  Peter Paul Rubens painting titled "The Elevation of the Cross"

As you can see, I got a lot of time to practice in very different mediums and styles. I can't wait for this upcoming semester! Hope to have slightly more time for the blog during this new semester...

Every year I resolve to spend more time exercising and getting healthy and every year I do a little bit more. 2012 blew every other year out of the water because I started running. With lots of patience and determination, I ran 130 miles just last year!!! I create these goals mostly for my heart health (being born with heart defects, I have had three open-heart surgeries). As usual this year starting late January/early February, I'll be donating $1 from every product sold (from my art websites) to the American Heart Association. If not for the AHA, I would not be here writing this blog! So the healthy exercise goals are a must. This year, I'm signing up for 5k and 10k races so I don't fall behind.

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Jasper resolved to be more obnoxious last year but instead he became more of a sweetheart and more annoying at the same time. He was forced into some play-dates in order to make some new friends. This is how I learned that cats can be the most stubborn of creatures. Below he is meeting my friend's cats, Panda and Denny (who are nearly twice his size).

From left to right: Jasper, Panda, Denny

 Above, Jasper is being a jerk and hoarding the other cats' food bowl. Denny is not happy about this and Panda is trying to mediate. 

Jasper and Panda like to give each other kisses

That is all for now. Sorry this blog is a half-effort. I *do* still have the flu, so I'm going to go to sleep and hope I get better in time for the new semester. *Ah-choo!*

Runner's Side Stitches are not like Hiccups

I know, I know: it's been FOREVER since I last blogged. I'm sorry! I have a perfectly good explanation for it though, you ready? I haven't had time. There.

Four studio classes and commuting into San Francisco everyday does not leave much time for anything. On the plus side, I have a whole host of artwork to show for it! Nearly none of it is fairy/fantasy related, but it's still pretty cool. But more on that in a different blog, perhaps. (sorry!)

Anyway, it's FINALLY Thanksgiving break which of course is my favorite time of year. I didn't actually know that I got a break from school until maybe a week ago. Of course I "forgot" to tell my work about the fact that I have a whole week off... And I'm sure I won't remember to tell them any time soon! (Though with the mountain of homework, it's needed!)

So I am enjoying my break immensely. I even started running again. Turns out when you take a few months off from running after previously running 4-5 days a week, it's not nearly as difficult to get back into it as I feared. That is of course, until you encounter the dreaded "Side Stitch" also known as a "cramp from exercising" on one of your first runs back out.

On my first run out this week, (out of three so far-- go me) right after I hit my second mile, I got a side stitch so bad, I was going to pass out. I tried everything I could think of to get rid of it. I tried slowing my pace, I tried walking, I tried "breathing into the stitch"-- which my friend Mary suggested and it's pure nonsense!-- I tried drinking water, I even resorted to resting for five minutes and starting up again slowly: NOTHING! It wouldn't go away and I was starting to make some pretty terrible faces at passing cars. To those passing cars, I do apologize! I had a side stitch!

After ten minutes of dealing with the cramp, I finally realized I had to walk home, which sucked because I run to get places and to be efficient. Walking is boring to me. So I began walking. And I drank more water. And I practiced deep breathing. Finally I got the bright idea to "scare the stitch away"-- it works with hiccups! When breathing and drinking water and waiting doesn't work, you have your friends scare the hiccups away! (this does not work for me with hiccups-- don't do this to me ever) Well, I've come to realize that when I run, I do not think very clearly (due to physical exhaustion or runner's high or something). So here I am moseying along, slowly, but surely with my side stitch then the next second- BAM! I'm sprinting like there's a wild hyena loose from the zoo after me! I even flailed my arms for effect.

And it totally worked!-- for about 2.38 seconds. Then it hit me like a gunshot wound and I bent forward, nearly collapsing, clutching my side, cursing loudly and laughing at the ridiculousness of the whole idea. I probably looked like *I* had escaped from a zoo. So much for scaring the stitch away through sprinting...

I will say that it probably looked downright hilarious from anyone possibly watching through their window... Or maybe whoever was watching was deeply disturbed by my zombie-like behavior, thought the end was near, packed up their apocalypse survival kits, and fled to the hills. If that is the case, I apologize for sending you to the hills... I do hope you're at least enjoying the views.

Anyways, I still didn't get rid of the stitch, but on today's run when I got a stitch, it wasn't as bad-- so maybe it's a thing your body gets used to over time?

Anyways, til next time!

Throwing Ceramics Sounds Like Fun- in Theory!

Failed Monster Pot-- Day 2 of ceramics

So, I'm in a ceramics class... Clearly, I am no ceramics prodigy. My two friends who I see every day, Noah and Andrew are also no ceramics prodigies. Therefore the entire class is filled with "Your Mom" jokes, "So is your face" jokes, "That's what she said" jokes and "Ghosting" jokes. It's basically three hours of insults around while creating "things" out of clay. 

A girl from my Textiles class who is a ceramics major mentioned that once you get into "throwing," the class is much more fun. My immediate thought involved me throwing all my ceramics pieces at a wall. That *did* sound rather fun! Unfortunately, "throwing" refers to spinning clay on a wheel and making vases and pots and useless stuff. 

So far I have made a pot shaped like a monster, a cat bowl, a square flower pot that says "Flower Pot" on the side, a sort of replica of Winnie The Pooh's "Hunny Pot" and a maraca.... I am dying inside.

Five Hour Intermission with Nathan Detroit: Complete with Cartwheels

The following is another unconventional writing style about the best/worst day ever. Also, some mild content is involved. I would rate this blog a PG-13. And if any of this seems like a big, long, ridiculous inside joke-- it is. Enjoy!

This morning has been one from hell. I must have walked under a ladder, or broken a mirror, or crossed a black cat (most likely). Bad luck is following me today.

Now it's a distressing phone call. After I hang up feeling extremely saddened, I hear my name called.

Smiling Nathan Detroit strides over to me in his teeshirt-- clearly a city kid. He's quite the opposite of me with my coat and scarf-- clearly a far East Bay resident.

At this point in my day after so many mishaps, I'm processing emotions inappropriately. I blurt out that I sat in a puddle, and almost died twice, and other things, and missed the train, and even more other things, and spilled my coffee-- showing him my skirt to prove it. I tell him about the awful call. I start giggling. Then laughing, then I can't stop. It's loud laughing. Nathan says I'm a horrible person. I agree. We go get coffee. It's better than potentially crying or processing emotions like a psychopath.

We have five hours to kill at SFSU. It's a nice day. It's also five hours.

He munches his scone and leads me through throngs of sorority girls and club presidents. We shout "No" at everyone. We don't want to join their stupid club.

It's a nice day. No one goes on the grass because it's wet. We rebel.

Soon, everyone is following our lead. We caused this. We're heroes! We high-five. We make fun of people. We commiserate. We're both miserable.

We point at others. Make up names and stories, try to see if the brunette in the dress is a man. He is. His shoulders are too rounded for a female we decide.

Nathan wishes he were taller. I ask him about being a smooth criminal. We possibly burst into song a few too many times.

A scene from a movie appears before us. The leading man holds the leading lady's hand as they bashfully look away from each other. She jumps into his arms. He catches her. He's even holding her books. We agree that they're @$$#*!&$ and shout as much as they pass. No one can hear us anyway. There's too much loud music and sororities.

Millie joins us in the sun. More college humor is brought up. Especially about floral patterns.

The photography major takes my picture in the sun. There is talk of tents and drool. We all have to pee.

After we take full effect of the buddy system, we sit up the hill and watch pretty-Thor slack-rope. We have a soundtrack and a good band. Later Dredlock-Thor slack-ropes. So does Millie. She's as good as both Thors. No one is great. Millie has to go "table" for her club.

I suggested that Nathan go slack-rope while we continue to kill 5 hours. He won't. But he cartwheels.

I haven't cartwheeled since I was 8. I'm going to get grass stains. I don't care.

In 3 minutes Nathan has taught me to cartwheel. I've lost my coat, watch, scarf and cardigan and am 8-years-old again, cartwheeling all over the wet grass. It's exhilarating. We still have 2 hours. We're still miserable.

We verbalize our fears. We get angry at causes. We don't know what to say. We're talkative, and we're speechless, and we're upset. So I teach him how to make grass whistle.

The trick behind Quail-Calling is to make others either look confusedly in your general direction or to shout at you. The grass is not long enough. We have a bit of success. We get some looks and someone screams "Shut UP" as we laugh maniacally and give ourselves away. The grass is too short though. We'll wait for Thursday when the grass will be longer. Thursday will be epic we decide. We're going to do this again.

We're miserable. We're happy. We look into the cloudless sky. We are grateful for the other's company. We break into song and high-five a bit more.

As Nathan Detroit and I part ways, I realize that I am also sun-burnt-- through my shirt! The metaphorical bad-luck black cat is apparently going to follow me the rest of the day... But at least the five hour intermission was quite epic.

On the grass, in the sun, enjoying a five-hour intermission.
Picture courtesy of the photography major.

Kittens are Not Dependable Alarm Clocks

Hoo-ray for comic panels!

Jasper the Cat and I had this agreement going for a while during the school year when I had to wake up at 4:30 every morning. He would consistently wake me up around 5am if I wasn't already up and either meow incessantly, slam doors (don't ask me how a cat slams a door) or crawl on me until I got up. 

This used to be pretty useful for days when I was slow to get out of bed. I like being a morning person, but try as I might, I cannot get myself out of bed without help from usually another person (or cat) and at LEAST 2 different alarms that I ignore and hit snooze repeatedly all the while I dream that my alarms are really polka-dots (totally dreamed that).

The inner workings of Claire's mind can be frightening.

Anyways, two months into summer vacation, Jasper is still Mr. Dependable Wake Mommy Up At 5am... He also has become a night owl (due to my staying up late if I don't have to get up early) and now he only sleeps between the hours of 3:00am-3:15am. This would not do.

I decided that I would need to (just like with humans) fix his sleep cycle. For the past 48 hours, I have not let him sleep at all during the day. It helped that I had two days off to do this. If I saw him taking a catnap, I threw a cat toy at him and made him play. I also annoyed him, poked him, made him look out windows, sang loudly at him, chased him around the house, played with him, gave him catnip, let him explore dresser drawers and closets, and danced with him (also while singing loudly). By yesterday evening, he was out like a light and hiding behind a bunch of dark colored pillows as a way of blending in. Jasper usually likes to sleep only on all white/beige materials, so this was a good sign.

I'm explorin'! No girls allowed!

Last night I planned on going for a run this morning at 6am. I figured my 12 alarm clocks and Jasper would surely wake me up. As it was, 10:00am rolled around and Jasper was sleeping on my face. Yes, I'm dead serious, on 'mah FACE! Jasper usually sleeps on my bed, but he always sleeps down at my feet (to attack them). He was also taking up a good portion of my two pillows. When I nudged him groggily, he was just simply purring at me!?!? Purring as if nothing delighted him more in the whole world than to be laying on *my* face. I wondered momentarily if some other cat came in the middle of the night and took Jasper's place, since this was clearly not my cat. My cat does not snuggle on faces. I drew a one-panel comic to illustrate.

So while the plan to get the baby-- I mean cat-- to sleep through the night worked, I can no longer use him as an alarm clock. Though I did get a wonderful night's sleep and shall continue to make sure his sleep cycle conforms to mine! Bwahahahha!

Btw, slightly on topic, though not the point, I *did* go on a run this morning, however it was four hours later than intended. *shrug*

Thanks for dealing with my oddities! I know I have been drawing a lot of comics lately and not releasing actual art... That's only because I take a picture of the comics with my cellphone, and with large paintings and drawings, I must scan those in and take hours of getting things adjusted right. Your patience will be rewarded with new art soon, I promise!

Send me a Tweet if you're digging the comics or if you have some interesting Cat-Sleep issues that you've gone through!

My Batman Movie Review (not that you care) Complete with some Brand New Slightly Insane Comics!

The following movie review has been written by me, Claire! So don't take it too seriously. And to be clear, MOST OF THIS IS PURE SARCASM. All drawings are by me (though maybe I shouldn't admit to that...)

BATMANNNNNN!!!! (complete with Marvel poster in background... FAIL!)

Just got to see the new Batman, and it was pretty epic. Christopher Nolan is amazing at creating such a realistic world with believable villains and stories. That being said, I have quite a few discrepancies regarding this new film's "Seriously" Factor.

Before we get to that, I'd like to mention the cast's performances. First off, Christian Bale who plays Bruce Wayne/Batman is finally growing on me as a human being. To be honest, for me Bale has always been like Nick Cage: there... for some reason. He's one of those guys who I don't really root for in a movie. That being said, I basically zone out every time Bale is onscreen and have very little idea of what is actually going on in any of these movies.

Christian Bale's Batman voice (AKA hushed mumbling) is still going on. I know he is trying to hide his identity, but he sounds like he has laryngitis, and I don't think the rest of the cast can hear him. I wanted to offer him some herbal tea the whole movie.

Morgan Freeman, Michael Caine and Gary Oldman are their usual cool selves. Not much to say about them, since they rock and have remained consistently awesome throughout the trilogy.

The new Villain, Bane, played by Tom Hardy was possibly the most evil guy yet. These Batman movies are very political and dark, and Bane kind of took it to a whole new level of terrorism. Bane made Liam Neeson's and Heath Ledger's characters look like kittens in comparison. That being said, I severely missed Neeson and Ledger. This is in part because I am in LOVE with both actors (romantically) and enjoy watching them in anything. Also because during all of Joker's scenes, I was left excited, stunned and smiling. There were a lot of "Oooh Guuurl, No he Din't!" moments with Joker. Whereas with Bane, I was usually scared of him and found his scenes almost hard to watch. I did highly appreciate Bane's sheer awesomeness as he beat up Batman. That Christian Bale needed a good a**-kicking I'm sure, for some reason or another. I read a review that compared Bane to the Hulk, and he really did a good job during those fight scenes. However then Tom Hardy opened his mouth... Or didn't... I'm not sure, because the character wears a mask.

Very rarely could I understand what Bane/Tom Hardy was saying behind his Darth Vader Mask. In the second part of the movie I literally stopped trying to understand what his lines were. I will admit, I have not read the comics, and know nothing of Bane's character outside of Nolan's world... But the mask, in my opinion, really inhibited the performance and left a lot to be desired. I know everyone is going to hate me for saying that, so I'm sorry! *shrug* The voice itself was a good voice for the character, but the character clearly needed subtitles. Again, sorry! *double shrug*

Joseph Gordon-Levitt plays a cop with a forgettable name who is helping Batman and Commissioner Gordon. Gordon-Levitt has been a favorite of mine all the way from his days on 3rd Rock From the Sun. I barely recognized him at first because his character is no longer that super happy, musically talented adorable heart throb. He does a great job and is VERY crucial to the plot, or to-be plots... I'll try not to give anything away, but you totally see it coming! His character development was strong.

Finally, Anne Hathaway. I don't know why people keep calling her a Romantic-Comedy Actress. I guess no one saw Rachel Getting Married, Love and Other Drugs, and Brokeback Mountain (to name a few of her more serious roles). And if anyone is judging her by her performance in the God-Awful-Needs-to-be-taken-out-back-and-shot-Tim-Burton's-Alice-in-Wonderland, then you guys need to look at that Alice movie as a whole and realize it's garbage. Funny enough, Tim Burton also directed one of those early Batman movies and did a horrible job of that. Stop judging Anne Hathaway for Burton's incessant awfulness! Hathaway is amazing!

Anyways, while in an interview Hathaway stated "there's no mustache twirling in Nolan's Gotham City." However, she is actually the most mustache-twirliest character of the whole trilogy. She has quite a few one-liners and shots of her posed in specific angles that show off her lady-goods. I think that that has more to do with the script and shout-outs to patient fan-boys than with Hathaway's overall performance. She's quite biting and very good at filling the role of the infamous cat woman. But when she said the line "Cat got your tongue" I had to roll my eyes. Again, not her fault.... Stupid lines shouldn't have been in the script! I blame the writers for the cheesy dialogue. 

And now it's time for
Top Five Inconsistencies/ Plot-Holes/ Questions/ Wish-They-Would-Have Moments! (slight spoilers, though not really, coz you see it coming)

5) There were a few too many times with Bane and Batman that would have been the perfect moment for "Bruce, (insert heavy Darth Vader breathing here) I am your Father!!" (that mask/voice really bugged me, SORRY!)

"Give your old man a hug!!!!!" 

4) How does Bane eat? Seriously? How? Maybe he doesn't, and that's why he's so pissed off and wants to destroy the world all the time.

"I'm so hungry!!!!"

3) They never acknowledge that Batman wears eyeliner/ eyeshadow.

"I shop at Sephora!"

In several different scenes Batman has to put on or take off his mask (or gets it kicked off his face) and every time there is no evidence of his eyeshadow ever being there. We all can see the holes in the mask would clearly show skin, like so:

Exhibit A

and so we all know Batman has to put on Raccoon Eye Styled Eyeshadow, eye liner, or even black paint in order to achieve that-- so why don't they just acknowledge that? But no, his mask is off, and you have to assume he has makeup remover wipes in his utility bat belt.

Shhhh! I don't wear eyeliner!

2) The scene where Bruce/Batman climbs up out of the well/prison wall, as he is standing there, I sincerely wished a gust of wind would just blow him right back into the well. Serve him right.  I could not find any pictures on the internet of this scene, so here is a drawing by me.

I thought the whole time he was down in the well was relatively pointless anyways. You knew he'd escape and conquer all in the end. It was only half way through the movie and he's Batman... So, obviosuly he was going to escape. (Though it might have made for a much cooler movie if he just died down there and the rest of the cast was like "Ummmm")

Alternate Ending

So he was obviously going to climb out of the well/ prison. --They had to add in all this "I'm not afraid" and "I want to live" silliness into the mix and make it an even longer movie. Then they wasted time having him climb once and fail (though that was kind of funny, I seriously put my hands up in the theater like, why bother!?!?). They may as well have had a whole 80's montage of a bunch of attempts at climbing the wall and then falling and breaking his body again, having the doctor fix him, and then climbing, and then breaking his back for the billionth time, etc, etc, etc. They could have played "I Will Survive" even though that's not *quite* the 80's, it would have been a fitting song. Would have been way more entertaining than the rough 45 minutes of the movie they wasted with him down there listening to two guys telling stories about a little girl who scaled the wall in one try. Good job, Batman. 

And.................. This next part I actually drew a whole comic to illustrate:

1) The ever-so-tired-coz-no-one-would-hear-you "Batman Voice." I know I mentioned this already, but he has got to stop mumbling!

There is this great scene where Bane and Batman are in the midst of all these policemen and criminals in an all-out battle. There's guns and explosions and shouting and punching, etc, etc. And Bane and Batman find each other in the middle of this war and... start having a conversation.

Ok, nothing new with superhero movies for the good guy and bad guy to have a final showdown-conversation.

Bane says something to Batman to the tune of "We meet again, Batman!" (I'm just guessing)

And Batman replies something to him in his super hushed gotta-hide-my-voice-so-no-one-knows-I'm-Bruce-Wayne with something to the effect of "Your days are numbered, Bane!" (again, just guessing)

Seriously, no one would be able to hear that. These men are having a conversation 5 feet away from each other in the middle of a battle scene, and we're suppose to believe that they can hear each other as Batman whispers at him?

I hope there is a blooper reel somewhere where Tom Hardy just looks at Batman for a minute with sheer confusion on his face because he has no idea what the heck was just said.

(End of Comic)

And seriously, Bane already told Batman that he knew he was Bruce Wayne like half-way through the movie. Why exactly must Batman continue to mumble darkly at people?

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Anyways, that's just my opinion! Again, don't take me too seriously, I'm being sarcastic. Go out and see the movie if you were already going to, or stay home if you weren't!

Also, if you come up with any other 80's montages Batman could have been working out/ epically failing to, comment below or message me on Twitter - ClaireNoblesArt


And as usual with my previous Slightly Insane Comics, I hope I didn't cause too much brain damage this time! Have a great rest of your day!

Claire Through the Decades (in which she did not exist)

Recently at work, we had a decades theme where we had to come in with hair and makeup from a different decade theme. I spent a whole day trying out different looks and ended up with three. They were the 1920's, 1940's, and 1960's. Just a bit of my weird artsy side and makeup skills for you all to enjoy.

Also, just to be clear, yes, all the pictures below are me. I know I look goofy.

Above is the 1920's which is known for flappers, big sad eyes, cupid lips and S-curls. I also made the executive decision that they were known for long cigarettes and used a pen to simulate that. I had way too much fun being a flapper, but I could not take myself seriously anytime I passed a mirror. My dad got kind of freaked out too. It was hilarious.

Above the look is 1940's: known for the pin up girls, red lipstick, dark arched eyebrows, victory rolls, red lipstick and moles.... This was the look I went with for actually going to work (on the first day anyways). It was more fun and ridiculous and I didn't mind being seen this way in public since the pin-up look is sort of a thing in present day. I went for a Marilyn Monroe/Dita Von Teese/ Pin-Up look.

During the event I had a lady who was possibly 70 to 80 years old see me and completely pause in her tracks. She asked me if I was doing the 1940's and when I told her I was, she said I had it spot-on! Quite a compliment from someone who actually lived then. Btw, I realized from these photos that I should never wink... Ever.

Above is a close up of my hair style on the actual event day. I did huge victory rolls and pin-curls. I liked it at first, then wondered if I looked a bit like Pop-eye's girlfriend... I had about 1,376 bobby pins and at least 8 gallons of hair spray in order to achieve this hair style.

Above is my ridiculous Twiggy look from the 1960's. Every photo I see of her from that time, she looks so depressed with her HUGE eyes and blank expression, so in the top photo, I tried to make myself look as equally zombie-like as I could.

The bottom photo, is the look I went with for the second day of the decade event. I added a bit more drama to the eyeliner and did my hair more side-part-looking. Both ways, I look completely ridiculous, but oh well. One of my co-workers was modeling her look after Edie Sedgwick, so we got a cute picture together-- which she needs to email me... *cough-cough! KATE!*

Hope you enjoyed!

Joe Frog is a Girl!?!?

My brother came over to visit us the other day, and while he was here, he checked up on the Red-Eyed Tree Frogs he gave our mom. (To read the post when we got the Tree Frogs, -click here-) And he told us some life-altering news! (not really) Joe Frog, the bigger of the two frogs, is a FEMALE!

I probably won't change her name though... Joe can work for a girl....

Filbert Toad is still a male. So this makes me wonder if there will be baby tree frogs in the coming months...? That would be so super cute! And way more than we could handle...

In other news, Jasper the Cat still wants to eat the tree frogs, and is going about it in the most cat-like way. He knocked over the crickets (tree frog's food source) and ate a few of them! I'm serious! He's probably trying to starve them out. Malicious cat!

Tomorrow I might have another painting preview or possibly tutorial for you all, so stay tuned!

That is all.... 

Summer Self Portrait Project

"Untitled Self Portrait"
Size: ~8 Feet x 3 Feet
Medium: Ink, Mixed Media
NFS

Above is my school project for my Summer Classes. The assignment was to trace your body and make a full self portrait in whatever media you saw fit. We had some really amazing work brought in. The class was all Art Majors, but everyone had a different specialty. We had sculpture majors, photo majors, textile majors and more, so it was a very diverse set of self portraits.

Detail - above the rose is a mini bear, for my nickname, "Clairebear"
I also have a mini fairy on the neck.

 For mine, I did a pose that sort of describes my flamboyant personality. I was going to try and branch out with photography and sculpting, but mainly stuck with my favorite raw medium: Ink and newspaper. I filled my traced self with inked drawings of mermaids, a crow, a rose, koi fish, jellies, a few butterflies, and song lyrics. Most song lyrics were from the Beatles and one Lady Gaga lyric on my shoulder that describes my attitude perfectly: "Just dance! -- it'll be ok"

Koi fish, lotus flower, mermaid tail, song lyrics, paint splatters, newspaper and the appearance of my old striped stockings from my goth days in High School

I started with old at the bottom, ie: the stocking, mixed media style, and paint splatters. Then I filled up with new, ie: inked "tattoos." If I ever wondered if my inked drawings would look cool as tattoos or not, now I know, they're AWESOME!

The piece is HUGE! It's at least 7-8 feet long. My dad (who is 6 feet or so) had to stand on stairs and hold it up high in order to have me take a picture of it.

Hope you enjoyed!

Finally: Spirited Away - Prints are 50% off for a limited time!

"Spirited Away" -Enchanted Visions Project
Size: ~6.5x9 inches
Medium: Watercolors
©2012 Claire Nobles
For sale: $12.00 (But will be $6 or 50% off for a limited time only!) Click Here

If you've been following me since the beginning of 2012, you might remember this painting from my "Slightly Eccentric Tutorials." Well, I finally got my computer fixed and was able to scan it in and print it! 

I have to admit, I painted this when I was really sick (I think I had a sinus infection) and I did at least all the base work in the first day. The results amaze me because it appears that when I'm not thinking clearly, my creativity gets unleashed to its fullest potential and holds nothing back. Had I been healthy that day, this possibly would have been a much more simple painting. So I guess my point is that I need to get sick more often? Good job Claire. *walks away muttering to self*

Weirdness aside, it will be available as a 8.5x11 print for only $6.00, rather than the usual $12 for a limited time only. That's 50% off! Also, my other new painting I released this week, "Fairy Cat" has also been marked down to 50% off for a limited time. Both will be available at my Etsy Shop in the SALE Section. So for a short time, you could get both these prints for the price of one! Hoo-ray!

In Your FACE: Fourth-Grade-Self!

I OWN this track! --wearing my favorite SFSU college shirt and socks to show my pride!

As many of you know, I was born with severe heart defects. I have faced 3 open-heart surgeries and probably more to come. My life isn't that much different from healthy people. But I do take my health very seriously and have to pace myself throughout activities. But I just started running in May and it has been really good for me. I pace myself and take it easy and do a lot of run/walk training. To this date (July 12) I have run/walked 106 miles! (which is CRAZY!)

Because of my heart defects, I have a much lighter tolerance for physical exertion than most people. Obviously I suffer from circulation issues, so I give out more easily during activities. Way back in fourth grade, when we had to run the mile in PE, I think my time was upwards of 12 minutes. I was SLOOOOW. To give perspective, an average fast mile time is about 7 minutes.

The next year in fifth grade when mile-day came around, my friend and I literally did a rain dance before PE, praying that it would cancel outdoor activities and we'd get a pass. The rain dance didn't work for obvious reasons (we didn't do it right) and out we went. About 3/4 of the way through I gave out and could NOT finish it to save my life. The teacher also had a strict policy against walking! So I "slipped" on some gravel and claimed that I had hurt my foot and could not go on! (I played up the melodramatics a bit.) My mom even came to get me and bring me home. She was really sympathetic when I told her the truth.

My major repair operation was when I was four years old. The surgeons had given me a pacemaker to keep my heart beating, but they took it out when I was seven. Anyways, after some years, the valve starts deteriorating and that was exactly what was happening with me and it was affecting my energy levels and physical activity.

So by the time I got to Middle School, I played the heart-card whenever we had to run. It wasn't exactly dishonest, but for health reasons, I should have at least tried. The thing was that I hated running. I was twelve, so I can't be too hard on myself. It went on like that through middle school and highschool until I had another open-heart surgery at age 15 to replace the valve.

After that surgery I felt like Superlady! I became much more active. I started treadmill running and joined a gym, but didn't like doing more than I could. Everyone could see the huge fresh surgery cut peeking over the collar of my shirt as well, so they would tell me to stop jumping around and sit down-- I had just been through major surgery! (I make people nervous.) With only a semester of PE after my surgery, I never had to run the dreaded mile.

So six years after high school, as I'm walk-jogging along, I timed myself for a new record.

In May, I had possibly a 20-minute mile. Which is awful by normal standards, but pretty good for me!

In June I got down to a 13:45 mile. My fourth grade self with her puny little legs was still beating me, but it was nice to be under 20 minutes. I could see that I was steadily improving.

So on July 3rd (my 24 and a half birthday, no less) after having a terrible day, I went out on a track with my friend Mary to test it out for real. She and I have been friends since we were eight. She's a runner and has completed a half-marathon! She jogged alongside me as my cheerleader and timed me as I thoroughly paced myself through one mile. Every so often she would scream that zombies were behind me (which freaks me out) and I would speed up briefly. I also told her she could shout insults at me like a drill sergeant (she did not disappoint). During the last stretch I sprinted and Mary almost tripped over herself to keep up (I have longer legs).

I finished with a sprint and a new lifetime personal record of 10:35! Take THAT 10-year-old Me! I didn't even try to fall over to get out of it. And when I was done, I wasn't dying either because I had made sure to pace myself even when "zombies" were behind me. Mary also made sure to snap a Captain Morgan Style picture to show how much of a bad ass I've become.

To celebrate my newfound love for running and my new record, I bought a sports shirt that says "Run Happy" on it. This way I remember to smile when I'm huffing and puffing around.

I'm hoping to get my time down to under 10 minutes by the end of the summer, but for now, I am extremely grateful to be able to run!

~Wish me luck!

And Whether Cats Have Wings!

"Fairy Cat"
Medium: Watercolors
Size:5x7
©2011 Claire Nobles

My computer was finally fixed by my amazing computer genius friend, Matt! I painted this last year, and never got the chance to upload it after my PC went on the fritz. So here it is for you all! Right now an 8.5x11 Print is available at my Etsy Shop!

Also, I am having a HUGE markdown sale for many of my inked drawings. I'm trying to make space for new ones! Most are under $10!!!! Get them while you can, because once they're gone, they're gone!

"Orchid Eyes"
Medium: Ink
Size: 4.2x4.5 inches
©2012 Claire Nobles
Only $6 click here

"Floating in the Water"
Medium: Ink
Size: 4.5x7 inches
©2012 Claire Nobles
Only $8 click here

"Playful"
Medium: Ink
Size: ~4x4 inches
©2012 Claire Nobles
Only $5 click here