art

I've been thinking for a while that I need to get back into my artwork, and I'm pretty sure the time to do it is now. Or at least, now, as in during the time I have off from work during Christmas. I was looking at some pictures I took today of a girl, Lisa Conway, and there's one I really like of her standing in this nook of a building, all huddled up in her coat, looking off at something outside of the frame. It's not necessarily a newspaper shot, but it is a shot I could work with in charcoal. There's another one, a profile shot I took at the recent Red Hat Ladies tea, that I had similar thoughts about.

boo! It's almost Christmas

You will be happy to hear I have had no new spaghetti issues in the past six days.

I did, however, turn around yesterday and discover that Christmas had snuck up on me. Thirteen days from now it will be Christmas Day. Oy. Maybe it's time I sent all those Christmas cards, eh?

I think I may have made a record in photography sales. At the Interior News, we make $8 whenever someone comes into the paper and buys one of our photos. I sold 12 the other day! I wish I could say it was my amazing photography skills, but I'm pretty sure it mostly came down to luck. I did an 'Our Town' profile on a woman with Down syndrome here in Smithers, and her mother bought the photos I took to send to the relatives for Christmas.

Speaking of 'Our Town' profiles... The things are a major pain in the patooie. I have to do one a week. The paper has been running this feature, and a virtually identical one called 'Our Sports Town' in the paper every week for the past two years. You do the math... How many more interesting people can there be in the Bulkley Valley for me to interview?

I did get a refreshing break from it this week. This week, I interviewed Mrs. Claus about Santa's high blood pressure and her fondness for Tim Rice Lib Tech snowboards. It was an entirely factual and accurate piece, I assure you. I got her number off a friend of a friend and phoned her up in Santa's workshop on the North Pole.

spaghetti

I just had a meal of cold spaghetti.

It didn't start out cold. Oh, no. That happened when I inadvertently dumped the whole load of spaghetti down the sink when I was trying to drain the water.

Now some of you may be saying, "Katie, this happens EVERY time you try to drain spaghetti using a pot lid."

Well, aren't you smart?

Actually, when the spaghetti all fell in the sink, it was still hot. I discovered this when I tried to use my fingers to scoop it back into the pot. It got cold when I ran cold water into it to clean it off.

In other news, I watched a most excellent movie the other night. I really must recommend it, as I suspect most of you have never seen it. It's a New Zealand flick called Black Sheep, or La Nuit de Moutons. It involves man-eating were-sheep. Need I say more?

Must sign off now, as I need to go back to the office and call a man about suicides among aboriginal teenagers.