Sunday researchin': How crayons are made

Check out how crayons are made...and how Mister Rogers says "CRAYENS:"
http://video.pbs.org/video/1415190951 

Dallas: Crayon-intolerant

It should come as no surprise that Dallas, notorious for its conservative bent and compulsive desire to kill presidents, really didn't care for my crayons. 

Arturo, Buster, and I were there for the Jean Paul Gaultier exhibit at the Dallas Museum of Art. Two cashiers at two separate museum gift shops were noticeably apprehensive toward my crayon signature. 

The first woman did so without words by swishing a pen back and forth to block the crayon. I paused, smiled, and accepted the pen from her. then I calmly placed it on the counter and resumed my crayon signature. 

The second encounter went like this...

Guy in standard-issue museum black outfit (GSIMBO): You can't sign in crayon.

ME: Actually, it's perfectly legal.

GSIMBO: No, you have to sign this in pen.

ME: I can't.

GSIMBO: Yes, you have to.

ME: No, I cannot.

GSIMBO: Why?

(Finally!)

ME: I took an oath to only write in crayon.

GSIMBO: Peeved, gives up and writes the words "on file" under my signature. 

ME: ???

I guess it's my fault for expecting more creative tolerance from an actual museum. 

Oh! And in your face, snarky "NO PICTURES IN THE EXHIBIT" guy! 

Also, the exhibit was awesome.

Yet ANOTHER reason to Hate Bank of America...

And now a unicorn chaser...

check out the new Fluevog shoe coloring books!

'Turo

'Turo and his rabbit ears. He bought them at a Flaming Lips show at Red Rocks.
It seems I've yet to replicate Hispanic skin tone with crayons, so he looks a bit orange. Perhaps this is another color that needs to be called into existence. According to the 2010 U.S. census, Americans of Hispanic descent make up 16.3% of the U.S. population. I'd say this warrants a latino/a skin tone crayon color.

The crayon project continues. People continue to give me funny looks when I write in crayon or catch me coloring. I'm learning to embrace it. Also, I'm up to, like, a half-dozen boxes of crayons. When I just have the basic 24-crayon pack on me, it's akin to writing in a journal using only remedial vocabulary. A girl needs more than 24 crayons to express herself.

This week's been very busy. It's really thrown me off. Every day I want to run home, put on my new slippers I recently bought while intoxicated (I swear, I make my best purchases while under the influence), and watch Downtown Arby's (Downton Abbey) with Bustity (Buster).