The grass is to greener…
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…but it’s greener on both sides of the fence.
A few new pics on the gallery page
I am not my own raccoon
Leslie Vermeer (@lavermeer) wrote:
“A cube of sugar in the hands of a raccoon,
who cleans it until it dissolves.
This is not love …”
— Lynn Crosbie
I wonder what she meant by that?
Billy Bishop is my war…
Billy Bishop Goes to War is playing at the Citadel. I’m hoping the fact that it’s not Eric Peterson and that it is the Citadel won’t sour it for me, but we’ll see.

Right off the bat they’ve opted for a set design. Not quite true to the spirit of the original, but I guess the season’s ticket holders news something for their big bucks…

Well, all in all, the best show I’ve seem at the Citadel in a long while. But, as Leslie says, it’s a very good script
WordPress App Update
Just trying out new functionality, like the ability to post videos. Here are some trees for the Kananaskis, proving why rigidity is an undesirable characteristic.
Hmmm doesn’t seem to be working…
Apparently the new app inserts object width="0" height="0" in two places which obviously makes the size of the movie zero…
If you change the 2nd one ( in the actual embed statement) to 600 & 400 then voila the movie magically appears with controller…
More Workmates
In fairness to my previously pictured workmate, I do work with an odd bunch. Some apparently have trouble adjusting to the first few days of fall…
In other news, there are fresh pictures of the condo progress here!
Random Pic o’ the Day
And it Drags On, and On, and on …
The brushes program for my iPad has a movie export feature so I thought I would try posting the process. This is by no means how I usually sketch, but since I thought I would try and do something deliberately instead of off the cuff I used three layers to get the final result. In the end it’s not quite satisfying because by trying to accomplish ‘something’, I generally make it a bit lopsided instead of organic… oh well…
The movie:
Penne painting
Teaching Grammar
Master of my Own Demise
If I was he
And in no way me
I would see my way
And own mastery
If I were them
In all their glory
I would sense my place
In failing destiny
But I am I
Quoth Sir Quixote
I can’t claim knowledge
Nor sense, nor foresee
I can only acknowledge
My own demise
My own fell mastery
On occasion of being petulant





