Showing posts with label salvador dali. Show all posts
Showing posts with label salvador dali. Show all posts

Friday, May 11, 2018

Art and Food...Two of Jane's Favorite Things!


Jane should really cheer up, because today is artist Salvador Dali's birthday! Never mind the art reproductions, Jane, just rest your tired painting arm and have a slice of surreal cake, okay?

In fact, have whatever you want to celebrate because today is also Eat What You Want Day and I'm not the boss of you. Bon appetit!

Fandom News!

Wednesday, May 11, 2016

Let's Hear it for Surreal Nurses!


Jane's less than thrilled to celebrate the anniversary of Salvador Dali's birth in 1904, but that's probably because she's painted one too many reproductions...or should I say forgeries? I still think that Gary is shiftier than he seems.

If her arm keeps hurting, Jane might want to take advantage of School Nurse Day and visit Lawndale High's Nurse Chase. Unless Nurse Chase is too busy collecting DNA samples on behalf of Ms. Li.

Fanfic Update!
  • Doctor Who: Unexpected, by cfardell_Brenorenz29 (part 1): "Tamsin Davis was bored. It had been a boring night, waiting in the TARDIS console room, while the Doctor was on his misguided attempt at 'fighting crime' in the American city they had landed in a few months ago."

  • Doctor Who: Ways Clara Oswald ..., by cfardell_Brenorenz29 (part 3): "The Doctor looked as Clara walked down the Street. 'Let me be brave,' she said. 'No! There has to be a way to defeat a Quantum Shade! Just because a method hasn't been found, doesn't mean that they can't be defeated,' he thought."

  • Stones Have a Way, by EntrancedCat (COMPLETE!): "Before closing her school locker, Daria made a last long look up and down the hallway as it cleared out after lunch period. She didn't see the slight, blonde girl in crisp prep-school uniform for whom she was looking." (Epilogue)

Monday, May 11, 2015

Her Arm Muscles Probably Feel Just Like Those Clocks


Jane's forging--I mean, reproducing--a work by Salvador Dali, who was born on this day in 1904. Or rather, she would be working on it if her arm didn't hurt so much. Hang in there, Jane. Just a few more copies and that Girl Scout cookie debt will finally be paid.

Fandom News!

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

Hello, Dali!

Jane rubs her aching arm during a moment to herself in "Art Burn." She's painting a copy of a famous painting by Salvador Dali, the Spanish surrealist painter who celebrates his 106th birthday anniversary today. Can you guess which painting it is that she's copying? Dali is mentioned in passing in a few fanfics. On the Sick Sad Life Planner CD, Jane Lane has a thought about what made Dali so great.

More in a bit.

Monday, May 11, 2009

Happy Surrealism Cubism Day!

Salvador Dali was born this day 105 years ago. Had he been with the MTV team drawing Daria characters, Brittany would have appeared as she does at right. What a shame. Why did Dali paint people like this? Jane Lane has a theory.

Two new PPMB Iron Chefs, both from Scissors MacGillicutty: Iron Chef: Quinn in Highland, and Iron Chef: Lying About "The Kiss." Lots of potential here waiting to be brought into being.

A new PPMB round robin has been started (see below). And the Outpost Daria update is almost here!

FF.net
  • The Quiet Ones, by Smileyfax (COMPLETE!): "It's always the quiet ones, isn't it?" "Huh?" Jane asked. A detective from Lawndale PD had come to Quiet Ivy to speak to Jane, but she had zoned out after a while. "The quiet ones, you know, that end up to be axe murderers." "Oh, yeah. Right." [Nice one! Thank you!]
  • Which Lane Is the Right Lane? by Lord of Fluff (Part 1): As Daria and Quinn left Mrs. Manson's office, Daria in front and looking down at her scheduled to see which class she was supposed to go to, she crashed into someone. Daria almost fell down but was caught in the last split second by the guy she ran into. Looking up, she saw him and gasped, her eyes widening in shock.
PPMB
  • Apocalyptic Daria: Scarlett's Tale, by Doggieboy (Part 9): When Scarlett opened the storage trailer’s doors and drove the car outside, she calmly sped between the buildings until she reached the main gate and slowed to a stop. I took John’s car keys, she thought and blinked as she stared ahead. But I didn’t take his other keys.
  • Expecting Trouble, by Legendeld (Part 6): Quinn didn’t know when she stopped paying attention to the Science teacher and even less when she absent-mindedly pulled out the needle and thread then started sewing the patches of cloth together. Her mind drifted to the only conversation she could remember with her father in the last two weeks. He had come into her room without warning. [Contains adult content. Hang on.]
  • John Lane 40: Starry Eyes Open, by Richard Lobinske (Part 2): As Mr. DeMartino gave up and bashed his head against the chalk board, Daria said, "There is some stupidity that no amount of optimism can overcome."
  • Legion of Lawndale Heroes Mini: The Merry Old Land of Oz, by Roentgen (Part 1? Complete?): [Whoa. We're not in Kansas anymore, but wherever this one is going, I wanna go there, too.]
  • Round Robin: Justifiable Teachercide, started by Prince Charon (Parts 1 onward): The ringing of Daria's cellphone started just as she was about to pull out of the gas station (which was charging an outrageously high price of $1.69 9/10 a gallon). Looking at the traffic, she decided to pull into an empty space, and took the call. "Daria's House of Angst," she started.
  • Unnamed story (Iron Chef: Lying About "The Kiss"), by Dennis (COMPLETE!): "We're fighting about you, Daria Morgendorffer," Jane said, pain behind the anger in her voice, "being dumb enough to think a boyfriend is worth screwing up a really good friendship for. A really important friendship."
  • Unnamed story (Iron Chef: Quinn in Highland), by Dennis (COMPLETE!): "We've been in this hellhole for three years now," Quinn wrote in her diary. "I wish we could move back East. Oh, sure, I'm still pretty and popular here, not like Daria, who only hangs out with those two... things.
  • Unnamed story (Scenes No Daria Fanfic Should Have: TGIF), by Lorenzo Sauchelli (COMPLETE!): Jane stomped all her way by the stairs, not bothering to listen to anything Quinn was saying in order to stop her. "Wreck my hair will you?" She said under her breath, her eyes pulsing like they were about to pop out of her skull. "You do that and then you run off on me? What the hell?" She stopped when she reached her supposed best friend's door. "DARIA! I know you're in there! I can smell your ass!" She tried to open the door but found it surprisingly locked. "DARIA!" She kicked the door twice. "Open the door!"