Does anyone read this?

That's what I've been wondering lately. I mean sure, Lee and Mac (or should I say Mac and Lee) get a big kick out of it, but is there really any little fellow or fellet out there in cyberspace who actually reads this stuff? Also, how long until the Blogger©™ people get fed up with us and kick us out onto the street?

Well, I'd like to believe that someone out there in the world, too shy to comment, that idolizes us and waits in eagerness for our next post. He/she was devastated during out "dark period" but is now happy to see that our posts are as regular as a healthy bowel pattern.

And with that imagery...

My dad drug out this old thing he used for drafting called a tablet and gave it to me the other day. It's like a pencil and a little pad for your computer. Well, I dug out this old painting and started using the tablet to finish it. The results, I'd say, are pretty good (even though it's still not done). The guy and the sky are old news and will problably be replaced, but the other stuff was all done as if it was by hand. Tell me what you think!

Just hang loose, blood

Now you see why I pay him the big bucks.

Do you think I should take Latin? I want so much to be able to go... Infelicitous, Infelix, Unhappy or whatever they were doing in Translations the other day. It was a good play. Two crumbs up. There were a couple parts that, were they to have been erradicated, would have improved the production greatly. In a great manner. A great manor.

It was the best of times, it was the worst of rhymes, not a creature was stirring, except for my blouse.

Hey, I spent most of today learning about DotNetNuke localization. If anyone is interested in finding information about it for themselves, I have pity on your soul and instruct you to go... um... catch tadpoles in a nearby pond. As opposed to a farby pond. And you'd be best off pronouncing that far-bee. Farbee pond. That's right. thx. George Lucas.

Oh man, the phone is ringing!!! ... Heh, took care of THAT problem. Let's just say they won't be callin' 'round he no mo.

And you'd do well to do the same, Mr. Potter! Why, at Bailey Savings and Loan, everyone bathes with a rubber ducky!



So about the movie. I was thinking we could make the main character a chubby fellow with kind of a downtrodden countenance. And a couple times during the play we could have him trip on his shoelaces or something. And he would try so hard not to cry, but he just wouldn't be able to help it, you know? That way people would feel sorry for him. That way they'd just have to love the movie, or else they'd feel guilty. You know? Tell me if that's too much to swallow or over your head. Or under your boots.

Suh-Stuff

Well, just to show off...I think I'll post this little bad boy. It's a matte painting of Boise, Idaho from the train depot with big buildings and crazy perspective. Anyway...it's fun.