Been a while since I've updated here. Angel gave me a week off while I moved closer to work, or rather my internship. Boxes everywhere! I found 2 lost items (a scrapbook and some art pencils) and lost 3. Can't find my liquid eyeliner, a pair of heels I swear I didn't let anyone borrow and my mind (I may never find that)! lol

So today I reappeared to work, i mean internship. Dam, can I just say work and everyone know what I mean. I can't type internship without transposing letters. OK, so, on my way to being that famous fantasy artist everyone knows ;) Or at least an artist one person knows...

Before I left my new all white walled apaprtment (boring!), I get a call from Angel. He says today we'll be down on the farm. So I ask, "What should I wear?" I don't want cow manure on my good clothes and sure as heck can't rustle cattle in spike heels. He says, "Doesn't matter." Yea, right. I leave to meet him in my trusty jeans and t.

I waltz in Angel's pad my mandatory 30 minutes to an hour late and he goes, "Ready?" No, I need to get a manicure and trim some split ends. Of course I'm ready! So I nod and he opens a door to some plain wood stairs leading down to what is evidently the basement to the house. WTF are we taking to get there? A tractor and hay wagon stowed away in the basement?

When I get to the bottom there's a hum of machines, probably the furnace or sumthin. I turn the corner and there's literally a wall of computers, keyboards in front of each one and monitors glowing like out of the dam movies. "You may need these" he says. For what? Winning a chess tournament?

He's named each one like some sci-fi geekoid and introduces me to them with details on their capabilities. "Let me guess... one bails the hay, one spreads grain, the next milks the cows..." Finally a huge grin, dare I say laugh out of him. He sits and clatters some keys.

Up pops status bars on each and little orange lights indicating thought activity on various components flicker. About 30 seconds later a picture of a elegant bedroom with two blondes provocatively posed together appears. "It's a render farm."

Dammit I was hoping the photo was real. The bedroom was plush! And the blondes.. i like blondes. He stands up and swings the ergo chair towards me, "You try." He points to some prebuilt sets, has me click them, points some more and after a while we click this orb looking icon. Bars and flickering lights again. Kool.

"Where are the blondes?" He navigates and I select. He has me rummage through the clothes directories to outfit my virtual blonde hottie. There's some cool threads he has stored. Didn't figure him to have any trendy taste, but in digital clothes... not bad. Not bad at all!

We spent the better part of the day asking the farm to show us our creations. It was wild! I can picture my VixxxSin being the bomb now.

At some point Angel left and I didn't even notice. I was so into trying out poses, hair, props, scenes. Then i heard this ring dinging sound - like those triangles they have on real farms. Up from the basement and Angel's just pulling steaks off the grill with tall glasses of milk on the table. No freakin' way. He's like that - carries a theme into everything.

I don't eat much meat but with the whole farm thing today, that was the best hunk of cow I ever tasted. Mooooove over Steven Spielberg and Hugh Hefner. Farmgirl here is getting a protein rush n ready to unleash a total bad azz babe on y'all!

That was my day. Pretty kool. Gotta log off and head back to my white walls and boxes.

Smell ya later...
VixxxSin Babe