:( Not available. I'm over it.
Okay, I got a call from the place in Brooklyn I ordered the Spooky Town stuff from, and a few things are out of stock right now, namely the cemetery gate and Dr. Tingle's Laboratory. I get the feeling that they aren't being retired quite yet, and I know I can still get the lab from another place for now. They both show up on the Lemax website as being part of the current catalog, so I'm not going to worry about them right now with Christmas on the way. I might try to get the lab next month.
It isn't that I feel it's necessary to have some kind of collection (other than my books, and that's more of an obsession for reference than a true collection). I just like looking at those scenes and thinking about how much I always enjoyed Halloween. Christmas wasn't always a happy time for me . I don't mean that in any kind of materialistic way - presents were always great, but somehow, something always managed to happen to make my whole holiday absolutely miserable.
I remember actually being depressed throughout Christmas break when I was about 11 years old, and instead of anybody caring enough to ask me what was really bothering me, I got a snide comment from my stepmother that I was just concerned I wouldn't get what I wanted for Christmas. I think that was the point at which I stopped wanting anything at all for Christmas. To this day when someone asks me what I want, I remember that horrible feeling and how I was painted as a selfish child when all I felt was sad and lonely, and I don't want anything at all. When I said, "Oh, I don't care," it's a manifestation of my guilt that I should dare to think of myself at all. I guess if I want something, I'll buy it for myself and wallow in my guilt for doing it, privately.
But Halloween was always great for me, especially when I was finally allowed to go running around the neighborhood without Dad. (Stepmother would NEVER have taken us trick-or-treating - you can count on that. Our choice was to not go at all or take our chances with getting run over unescorted by an adult. We chose the traffic.)
I got to become someone else completely, and I was actually great at costumes and makeup. Several times I even used prosthetic makup that I created myself. Not bad for a girl in elementary school. Yet another reason I'm still kicking myself for not seeing that I had some potential in art that I should have taken advantage of in college when I still had a chance. I'd have to quit my job now to work on any degree program in art. I have no opportunity now. I have a 10 foot tall stack of "learn to!" art books that really don't help me a whole lot because it's not practical to teach yourself art forms from a book. You need a teacher. If I already knew this stuff, I wouldn't need the books, now would I?
But Tennessee doesn't give a damn about art, and UTM's art department is whining that they are too understaffed to offer anything after 3 pm. Let me put it this way: I don't want to hear excuses. I want to hear what they are going to do for me in an art degree program. They need to put up or shut up. Help me or don't ask me for any money or references EVER again. It's pretty damn simple, I think. Don't offer me any useless correspondence courses. It's pointless to take a correspondence course for something that is absolutely required to be a hands-on class, such as beginners' swimming.
Maybe I'll spend some time drawing the little houses in my Halloween village. LOL I could. I wouldn't be doing it right and I'd certainly get frustrated, but what the hell, right?
It isn't that I feel it's necessary to have some kind of collection (other than my books, and that's more of an obsession for reference than a true collection). I just like looking at those scenes and thinking about how much I always enjoyed Halloween. Christmas wasn't always a happy time for me . I don't mean that in any kind of materialistic way - presents were always great, but somehow, something always managed to happen to make my whole holiday absolutely miserable.
I remember actually being depressed throughout Christmas break when I was about 11 years old, and instead of anybody caring enough to ask me what was really bothering me, I got a snide comment from my stepmother that I was just concerned I wouldn't get what I wanted for Christmas. I think that was the point at which I stopped wanting anything at all for Christmas. To this day when someone asks me what I want, I remember that horrible feeling and how I was painted as a selfish child when all I felt was sad and lonely, and I don't want anything at all. When I said, "Oh, I don't care," it's a manifestation of my guilt that I should dare to think of myself at all. I guess if I want something, I'll buy it for myself and wallow in my guilt for doing it, privately.
But Halloween was always great for me, especially when I was finally allowed to go running around the neighborhood without Dad. (Stepmother would NEVER have taken us trick-or-treating - you can count on that. Our choice was to not go at all or take our chances with getting run over unescorted by an adult. We chose the traffic.)
I got to become someone else completely, and I was actually great at costumes and makeup. Several times I even used prosthetic makup that I created myself. Not bad for a girl in elementary school. Yet another reason I'm still kicking myself for not seeing that I had some potential in art that I should have taken advantage of in college when I still had a chance. I'd have to quit my job now to work on any degree program in art. I have no opportunity now. I have a 10 foot tall stack of "learn to!" art books that really don't help me a whole lot because it's not practical to teach yourself art forms from a book. You need a teacher. If I already knew this stuff, I wouldn't need the books, now would I?
But Tennessee doesn't give a damn about art, and UTM's art department is whining that they are too understaffed to offer anything after 3 pm. Let me put it this way: I don't want to hear excuses. I want to hear what they are going to do for me in an art degree program. They need to put up or shut up. Help me or don't ask me for any money or references EVER again. It's pretty damn simple, I think. Don't offer me any useless correspondence courses. It's pointless to take a correspondence course for something that is absolutely required to be a hands-on class, such as beginners' swimming.
Maybe I'll spend some time drawing the little houses in my Halloween village. LOL I could. I wouldn't be doing it right and I'd certainly get frustrated, but what the hell, right?
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