Friday, July 31, 2009

Thinking Outloud

1: I actually enjoy my mom 99% of the time.
2: Whatever money I win tomorrow gambling will go into my most respectful Japan Account.
3: I am most certainly spoiled. I am spoiled but, I am not a brat.
4: It is muy importante for me to start the final space swimsuit for the impending holiday.
5: I don't know anything about seals.
6: I guess #3 is not true. I have been known to occasionally and publicly stomp my foot in a princess like manner. My grandma used to tell me that I was filled with piss and vinegar. I agreed and told her, "I am either the nicest mean girl or the meanest nice girl but, none of us are ever sure which."

That's it. I was just clearing my head after I figured out FINALLY the monolithic-esque video system so that I can doze off to the ol' classic Kingu Kongu tai Gojira. You know that shit is rad.
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Tuesday, July 28, 2009

She's all I have

She's all I have...
Found along the Sandy River.

Sizzle Sizzle

I am just too delicate for this bullshit. I wish I was not the only one not at work so I could go to the movies and escape out of this heat with someone.
105 in my house is just too hot to even type, quite honestly.
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Communal Thought

You Agree

Monday, July 20, 2009

Me O'Clock

6 hour countdown until journey time. I am in dire need but, I can't sleep. I average about 3 hours a night these days yet, I do manage to stay in relatively upbeat mood. Self high five for that. I get a great deal of enjoyment watching the sunrise. I also like keeping a log on when the rest of the world first shows signs of activity each morning. Observing how it fluctuates. Tonight, I don't feel so great though. I am tired, sad, lonely, and pants-less. Walking around just now, I got to thinking about my relationship with time.
I never feel as if I belong in the time I am in.
I don't understand what other people do with their time.
I don't look any older for the longest time now. My hair doesn't even get longer.
Time heals nothing for me like everyone else. It dulls nothing- not hurt, not anger, and (most tragically perhaps) not love.
I'm never doing normal things, in the normal time, when normal people would. I jog at 1:00 am, watch movies at 6:00 am, and have salad for breakfast.
I think time has past by minutes when really it has been many hours.
I never really forget anything (even the tiny trivial details) no matter how much time goes by.

Not having gray hair and wrinkles is pretty rad but, the rest makes me feel a bit isolated. Most times I do not pay much attention to things of such since by nature I am a loner introvert (however; to the few I have fancied I am a shockingly dedicated warm snuggler with a tendency to spoil just for the sheer delight of making them smile) but, tonight I started questioning why time and I interact so peculiarly.
I am starting to feel like maybe time has forgot me too.
I don't want to be forgotten so, I wish to work on that.

I have my cameras left to pack up and I heard some cars going to work now so, I need to go log that.

My day is going to be pretty fun today and I hope your day goes awesome as well.

Sunday, July 19, 2009

Dear Creepy,

Please refrain from taking my fucking pants. I was kinda using them.

xoxox,

Jessica
Dear Creepy,

Friday, July 17, 2009

Cheesus Christ

I am going to go ahead and give the Grilled Cheese Grill a score of 9 out of 10 (They are only getting a 9 due to lack of A/C for me to dine in).
I recommend throwing on your fat pants, putting ass to car, and start heading over there right now.
Painted buses, open late, dance parties, and fat girl food make this little place a winner in my book.
Behold....
The Cheesus Burger.
Two grilled cheese sandwiches kick your normal bun square in the balls.
In one, grilled onions and cheese.
The other holds pickles and cheese.
They cradle your burger and fixin's in a way that is so wrong that it goes full circle into a thing of beauty that any Portland fatty like myself can properly worship.
If you need to take it to level 11 and you are a professional person of girth-
have them insert bacon and/or fried egg and/or potato chips.
The Cheesus

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Makes you want to weep a little bit in the fetal position, huh?

Tuesday, July 14, 2009

Twofer

Years ago I thought about keeping all the notes my old housemate used to leave around the house. He would leave them above the toilet, on the dishes, etc.
I wish I would have. They would have been jewels here because his were usually illustrated fabulously.

Also, ever since I joined this Flickr group, I have been just seeing numbers everywhere I look. They pop out of everything I see; sidewalk cement stamps, car windshields, bar codes... all in vain looking for 1565 or beyond.
It has become some bizarre obsessive tweekfest for me, I guess.
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Sunday, July 12, 2009

Phantom Booth

I walked over to the East End last night to watch Bryan's band make some really insane noises. While I was there, I took the opportunity to play in the photo booth since technically it is one of my most favorite things in the whole wide world. Popped out the machine pretty weird indeed...
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Saturday, July 11, 2009

Mission Sally Rand

Staves
Washers & Bolts
Plumes
With supplies in check, we shall now start building.
Lets see just how pretty we can get it.

Friday, July 10, 2009

Very Nice

Attack of the puppet people was pretty hot shit.

My Master of Lightening

Happy Birthday, Nikola.
We owe so very much to you and all your infinite wonders.
There are only two men Id bake cakes for and you Sir,
are most certainly one of them.
I think you are a stone cold fox and I am off now to savor my alternating currents with some awesome documentaries and foreign sweets.
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Wednesday, July 8, 2009

The Frustration Station

People and computers are mystifying me lately and I do not mean in a good way. Both subjects I do not admit to being an expert with however; for the last while they both have become a labyrinth of bullshit issues that go way beyond any of my abilities to cope with. Both should be a basic give and receive cycle in which actions taken by both parties eventually reaches the desired results. Instead however; things are magically not happening, not working, and despite my best efforts and 150% energy/focus leave me ultimately laying here wondering why the fuck I opted to leave my hermit cave so many years ago.

Why cannot I upload photos from my phone to Flickr or my Blog?

How can I post a simple song on my blog?
It took my years to finally find that fucking song and now I can't even seem to share.

Where did my Twitter account go?

Where did my email contact list go and why did not my email to my contact list regarding my new information not reach everyone I sent it to?

Why do my texts go unanswered when I attempt to reach out?

More so, Why do some people get my texts and other do not?

Why does my Google profile not pull up in Google even when I type in Jessica Duvall profile?

Why must I wake up to really rude voice mails?

Why cannot I sleep until 3:30 PM without letting everyone down?

Why cannot I attach this blog to my new Google account so I do not have two accounts?

Anyway, Please do not mistake me for being a Debbie Downer. It's a full moon and I expect things to be generally fucked but, I wanted to express that with both people and electronics-
both freak my shit like a nightmare with bat wings.

Thursday, July 2, 2009

Fish bowl helmet

When I got my mind fixed on building a space helmet for Halloween I figured it would prove difficult to manifest since it doesn't exactly exist in reality so much. Most depictions of fish bowl style helmets are drawings or made by major movie companies with unlimited resources. I scoured Halloween costume websites, costumer's blogs, vintage scuba crap, and even astronaut supply websites. Those all proved far to modern in look, expensive, and quite frankly not feminine enough for anything I wanted.

The fishbowl itself was the most difficult task. Once again, I research through costume information, vintage movies, artwork, etc... plotting on how one would interpret something relatively cartoony into something tangible. Most internet information I found were pleas from other folks also seeking ideas on how to create this look. I found some great collections of examples, steam punk ideas, and other how to info but, once again they were not exactly the look I was going for. I brainstormed everything from stretched tight thin plastic around a wire frame to a poly resin of some sort painted thinly and evenly around an inflated balloon (with removal of the balloon after hardening), and from there to building a mold that I could pour something into. I came the conclusion that most/all resins I know of are pretty brittle and would not lend well to any kind of tampering. I even looked into actual fish bowl, I promise. Glass was easier to find yet, would be much too heavy (and pretty spendy). Glass on a curve is also very, very difficult to cut, drill, or work with. I have a lot of glass cutting experience and it wasn't something I really wanted to take on. I decided to start looking into plastic manufacturers to see how much it would be just to get the experts to make this for me. On one companies website it has a listing of different example of molds they can produce for you and one of those examples was replacement lighting fixtures.
Mama Mia, this was the perfect lead. Most regular lighting companies make opaque white and 80's gross smoky gray replacement globes and most of those were not big enough anyhow. Eventually, I stumbled upon street lamp replacement globes up to 24". My guess is you have never seen anyone do a happy dance because they found the perfect 14" neck-less acrylic globe.

3 weeks later, I was in it to win it.

Next issue was the head opening. ALL globes only have a neck opening of about 5". My hats actually do measure about that across but, asking people all week, "do you think my head will fit through a 5-6" hole" is begging for sass and I knew deep down inside it wasn't going to be enough space. Queue the Dremel. I got myself some diamond saw blade intended for glass (they didn't have a plastic option (disappointing) and very carefully (Safety first for this Danger Ranger) removed and 2.5 inch ring around the neck so that I would go over my head.
(Remember: Safe cats don't need nine lives)
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It took about three slow passes to complete that removal. With the acrylic, you can't go to crazy because of the deadly heat issue AND you use up blades like mad because the moment those are no longer super sharp, the plastic will start to get fine little cracks along the incision.

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Ok, well now it fits my head but, when I get up in there it's all moist and fogs up like I am in the back seat of a Camero at Lookout Mountain.

I guess we need breathing holes. I didn't want them covering my face.
Not because I am super vain girl but, I'm possitive I would find it distracting inside as well as outside the helmet so, I decided to make little holes evenly around the bottom and a few at the top. Did my best trying to work them into the aesthetic as best I could. This took a whole new level of OCD because remember that since I would much rather go to Japan than spend all my money on a space helmet (though they are pretty close) I am trying to do this as cheaply as possible. I figured special plastic drill bits would be expensive (yeah, $11 is considered expensive to me) and upon researching the best way to go about drilling plastic I found instructions on how to convert a normal drill bit
into one for plastic. It is pretty interesting not to mention fun for the whole family.

I drilled 23 5/8" holes around the bottom. I first did some test runs on some scrap acrylic of the same thickness provided pro-bono from my friends over at TAP Plastic. I am also going to be consulting with them in making acrylic staves for large fans but, that is another story for another day. Each hole took about 8 minutes. Patience is virtue in this game. You gots to go slow and reverse the drill a few times before you can go all the way through. Once again because of plastic and heat issues with each other. This part was a lot like the game Operation. Slow, steady, and at any minute you could be fucked all the way back to the beginning. I said, "please don't crack, please don't crack, please don't crack over 1,000 times that day without question. On my very last hole, I started to get some crystallization and cracking so, ummmm... yeah.... that was my last hole.

After holes, I needed a way to support the helmet. I wanted it to be simple, not cover too much of my lady-ness, and look somewhere in between real and "cartoony".
I ended up using some 1" clear vinyl tubing that was only about a buck or two. My theory was that if I could split the tubing down the middle, I could cup it around the neck opening and the curvature of the tubing would naturally hold the tube in place since it was also being placed on a curve. Awww, I dare say like two lovers holding hands.
I used the sharpest utility knife in the world to ever sooooooo carefully
cut straight down the middle.
(Remember: Give safety an inch and it will take a finger)
Honestly, I was secretly shocked that my theory worked out as well as it did.

Still though, with just that tubing in place the helmet still hangs forward. It just rests on the back of your head, fucking up your hair, and space
will
not
tolerate
you looking like shit. To resolve the issue, I added a few more rows of the extra tubing to the bottom. I tapered the ends so that it will rest nice on either side of my shoulders- keeping it in place.
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I roughed up the top and bottom of the tube for some grippage but, fast forward through 9 different types of glue before I had any success of getting them to stay
together. Once that dried, I went over the seams with clear silicone caulk. I then went tweaker crazy on cleaning up every drip or uneven line of glue/silicone. I think this is what made one of my corners pop off. I think put a bit too much mineral spirits and it seeped down into it. Foiled again in the quest for somewhere near perfection. I shake my fist at you.

I then covered the glued/caulked seams with a super cute metal ball chain because even after clean up, the glue was still haunting my dreams.
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For my breathing tube, I used whatever random plumbing fixture jumped into my basket at Home Depot. I painted it silver to match my space ensemble.
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On the inside I added a silver 1/2 ring lined up with the fixture on the outside so you don't see anything ugly on the underbelly.

Since it is much easier to work on the helmet without the tube, for now they are separate beings. Eventually, it will connect with some more random fixtures. The tube is wash machine hose from the Depot, once again painted silver.
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The receiving end of the hose is attached to a small hard plastic electrical box that I painted and added some knobs and blinky things. The radio knobs are actually earrings I had made previously that I deemed suitable to sacrifice for the cause. The box was so brittle that I couldn't cut a hole into it without it cracking so, I ended up just drilling a bunch of holes with my modified drill bit until I could just pop it out.
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The box will be sewn (hence the need for the screw holes in the corners) to a black corset-esque belt that I will wear and can take on and off if I so please.

Lastly, I used two transistor antennae Justin keeps in his wallet or something and placed them into my drilled holes and then glued them down into some sweet little bolt covers. Precious.
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Once again, so that it wasn't ugly on the inside (helmet is clear after all). I also went all out and put washers around the antennae and holes on the outside so that it looked all pretty. You can see where my last hole was starting to have issues (dull blade I think but, I didn't want to press my luck)

Besides some issues with the tubing glue staying stuck at the ends, I am pretty much done. I am also pretty much satisfied. The globe was the most expensive part so, all in all I came in at under $50.
I cleaned it up and used some defogger/cleaner given to me once again from TAP, brushed off my hands, and started working on my space suit.
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Wednesday, July 1, 2009

Fooled you

I bet you think I was sitting here pondering something really intense.
Fooled you though because I was really thinking that I truly believe that the rootbeer float Popsicle is where it's at right now in snack paradise.
HANGERS