Basil won Best in Show at the NB Art League. (at Artists of the New Braunfels Art League) https://www.instagram.com/p/CpbFSPbPn0k8VRgSR-dssvxT_kp4MtgkCbAu5w0/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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we're not kids anymore.

if i look back, i am lost
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One Nice Bug Per Day

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Basil won Best in Show at the NB Art League. (at Artists of the New Braunfels Art League) https://www.instagram.com/p/CpbFSPbPn0k8VRgSR-dssvxT_kp4MtgkCbAu5w0/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
As seen on my walk this morning (at New Braunfels, Texas) https://www.instagram.com/p/Coc45YvOTevEtSTRPfZLsVCI2VPf27T94a9YeI0/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
Feeling cute, might walk downtown later… (at New Braunfels, Texas) https://www.instagram.com/p/CnuLn-numzOzghDVwIe6itEX_7OsONCHIpJJr80/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
My fractal terrain system. I’m prototyping it from foam core, the idea being that I can add detail into the system as appropriate. The smallest unit are 3” squares, the largest is 2’ (not shown). #warhammer #40k #modular #terrain #wargaming
Teacups and snackies and old Russian Sci-Fi… These are a few of my favorite things… Happy Thanksgiving!! #thanksgiving #sovietart #tradition https://www.instagram.com/p/ClWiB0ZJ6C3TWYYNQDZCSV57oDtuJs3mMHocgA0/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
I grew up in an Evangelical church, and I see so much of that early experience showing up in a very bad way in politics.
Mint tea just like Beijing. https://www.instagram.com/p/CjaoK8BOetKKmYxl0T-4zYVushprhYVc_YRZ2Q0/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
I was just going through a bunch of saved bookmarks in my browser. A lot of game/hobby/craft stuff. Most of them were gone. It's really very sad. Most of them were very creative people who had brilliant work or interests, who had spent a lot of time putting together a little website that touched on something fantastic. All gone.
I'm sure most of that content has been migrated into the belly of Facebook, because it's just cheaper/easier to host that kind of content there.
But Facebook is not your friend.
In case you're wondering, I still have my lame website.
Glory Days
I just met a woman in the local bakery who had heard that in my past I worked for Disney. She was very interested and wanted to chat. I was flattered and taken aback. I never wanted to make a big deal out of my career in the film industry. I was a behind the scenes technician, and though I was proud of my work and what I did, I didn't want any attention from it. I was perfectly happy living on the edges of the business. I tell people pretty much the same thing when they ask me what I do now. Either I'm a digital plumber, making sure the information flows to its appropriate final destination, or I'm engaged in the care and feeding of large machines. The description is as appropriate to what I did then and now. But oh my Lord, I miss what I used to do.
Robin's favorite cocktail in my favorite glass.
Poor man's (that's me) iPhone stedicam.
Wishes
If I could have a wish, it would be that I was as smart as I think I am.
Sometimes I just click on stuff and I’m surprised by something great.
Aging young rebel
Last night I was carded. Bartender told me I was either underaged or a hipster. I don't know what she's talking about. I was underaged before it was cool.
Saddest song in the universe.
My father was a fireman. That meant that he wasn’t always home for the big holidays, he was quite likely at work. When I was a kid, we would go down to the firestation on Thanksgiving, and have a big dinner with all the other fire families on 34th and Central in Watts. We kids would play on fire engines, or go out to the handball court. It was the 60′s in Watts, so we didn’t go out of the station much. The TV room had a single color television mounted in the corner near the roof, and several rows of airline seats, back when airline seats were considered a luxury. I would go in there and settle back and watch the bad movies on KTTV, and this was one of them. This stuck. My memory of Thanksgiving is tied to this Soviet era science fiction film. My tradition.
Waste of time at the Alamo All the kids singing Go Johnny, go Johnny, go!
Vapors, Magnets