We're making good time.

The year 2009 is almost over and I'd like to address it thusly:

Fuck you, 2009. You really phoned it in. I made the best with what you gave me and I think I did a bang-up job, but DAMN. You didn't help me out at all. Throw me a friggin' bone here. Your high point was my trip to L.A.- which rocked my socks off. But everything else that happened was only made good by me. I know that I have to make my own opportunities and shit, but, come on. Usually something good, no matter how small, will fall into my lap each year. You gave me nothing. Thanks a lot.

At least you went by fast. Your suck didn't stick around for TOO long. And you've only got 13 more days to piss me off. Have at it.

But I guess none of this really means anything since I wouldn't change a single shitty thing you did to me. Dammit, I hate you but I appreciate you. So, 2009, you win. You were the best worst year of my life.

Fuck you.

A blog simply to blog

I decided to blog today because I haven't blogged in a very long time. In my defense, I've been busy. Sort of. I moved. That's really it. But moving sucks and it's a pain and it takes forever and it makes me want to throw away everything I own. My current project (which has put everything else on hold) is unpacking and getting rid of half of my worldly possessions. No one needs as much stuff as I've accumulated over the years. It's depressing and it makes me feel like a greedy consumer.

I also turned 29. That sucked for about 36 hours, then I got over it.

I will leave you with this:















Say yes to Michigan.

New project: making my own clothes like a damn dirty hippie.

Ever since I was little I've always wanted to be able to make my own clothes. The stuff I find in stores is always so close to what I want, but not quite. Like, for instance, this jacket I found at Marshall's today. Right size, good style, nice fabric. All in all, pretty cute. Then I turn it around and there's a giant rhinestone skull on the back. Not cute. Not even cute when skulls were popular. Old fads can be funny when worn well after they've gone out of style, but those damn skulls are still too fresh in my memory to be funny. Plus, rhinestones are difficult to wear without looking like Blanche Devereaux out for a night of geriatric naughtiness.

Anyway, here is my first project:


















The package better not be lying to me when it says "easy."

The Love Boat Theme and other type stuff on the theremin

This is all kinds of awesome. If you don't know what a theremin is, go here. If you don't know what The Love Boat is, go away. If you'd like to own your own theremin and annoy the crap out of your neighbors, check out Moog Music.





More music played on the theremin.







Also, fun with cats and theremins!!!





And finally, if you can't afford a theremin,

Old drawings of naked people.

Inspired by the sketchbook I found (see post below), I decided to pull out my old drawings and document some of them. Most are charcoal, conte crayon or pencil on newsprint or 80lb drawing paper. These date from 1998 through 2003. I sort of gave up drawing after I left WMU. I've just promised myself to start again. Enjoy!

Warning: There's lots of nakedness heading your way.
ALSO, these are all Copyright © 2009 Sarah Kladzyk. If you steal them, I'll steal your soul. And all your money.

Moving, packing, finding.

So I've been slowly going through all of my possessions and packing for my move home. Yesterday I opened up a box with some stuff from college and other random things that I can only assume I thought I would need or want, and haven't even looked at in the 3 years I've lived in this apartment. There was some fun stuff in there though.














Old sketchbook and manuscript from the book I designed the cover for as an intern.
















The only piece of my beloved old car that I still have.
















Yes. In one box I packed sketchbooks, manuscripts, address books, rubber duckies, Pez dispensers, old microscope slides and about 50 old floppy disks. In my brain these things needed to stay together. Notice Boba Fett is in there.
















Kindergarten was beary nice. Thanks Mrs. Doobie! (Actual kindergarten teacher's name)
















This is my lucky brook trout lighter from college. I used this lighter for a solid 2 years before it finally ran out of fluid. Don't ask me how it lasted so long. Jessica W. S. will remember how faithfully this lighter served us.



I just flipped through that old sketchbook and realized that I need to start drawing again. I was pretty good.





The photo of this page didn't come out very good, but you get the idea. I love drawing portraits. Feels like pencil and conte crayon.

Why have I already begun planning for Halloween?

Because Halloween is freakin' sweet, that's why. I've been in a Halloweeny mood lately, so I started working on an old project that I had set aside a couple years ago. It's a large, handmade paper pulp skull with bugged out eyes that had only gotten as far as some sanding and a couple coats of gesso. It was so lonely and really needed some love. So I put on Hocus Pocus (don't judge) and set about making a super rad Halloween skull. With a clown hat. Observe:































































































He's not completely assembled yet. I think he might need a ruffly collar before he'll be finished. His silver tooth was inspired by Mickey Rourke. Cause Mickey Rourke is all kinds of awesome. And not a little Halloweeny himself.

Jenny-O turkey breast on sale plus salsa plus sour cream plus whole wheat penne pasta equals tasty dinner for Sarah.

So last night I discovered that packages of 20 oz. Jenny-O turkey breasts were on sale, 2 for $7.00. I was totally stoked. THEN I realized that on each package there was a coupon for another dollar off. 20 oz. of turkey breast for $2.50! These are the sorts of things that thrill me.

So in honor of my discovery, I documented the awesome dinner that I made.





Hello breast. I'm sure the bird you came from went down fighting.







Already tasty looking.







Too much olive oil. Oh well.







Any tube shaped pasta tastes best.






This salsa and sour cream are going to get to know each other very well.







I actually didn't realize I had bought Hot salsa until after I'd opened the jar.






This is low fat sour cream. Don't ever buy fat free. Ever.







I heart tubes.







Pretty.







Pretty food needs a pretty plate.