It's been a while since I've been on one of these, but not much has changed. Standing out in the early morning chill, trying to keep warm, trying to shake off too much food and drink from the night before. Long stretches of inactivity, perfect for sketching. In other words, good times.
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No, no, not anger management training, you charmingly silly people. I refer to ArtRage the painting software. It's annoying that you would think otherwise. In fact, it's beyond annoying. It makes me see red. Or more like an Alizarin Crimson. The elderly gent, by the way, is Lord Strathcona. And believe it or not, he's the inventor of the strathcona. I know! You'd never have thought that the strathcona was named after a real person, but it was. Just like the sandwich, or kleenex. Now I'll never use a strathcona without thinking about this fellow.
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Less than tragic, perhaps. Maybe more like poignant. I believe that when we're invaded by aliens, they'll look like this. Cutting great swaths across the country, swallowing up our garbage. Or us, depending on their sense of humor.]]>
Where the hell was Pat Robertson this week? For you non-Hampton Roadsters, he has in the past claimed responsibility for praying away storms that were bearing down on us. This year he must have used up his quota of supplications getting his protegé elected governor, because he was nowhere to be seen when the nor'easter hit. Lots of low-level flooding, bridges and tunnels closed, power outages. This tree fell a few blocks from CSB World Headquarters, due as much to rain-softened ground as anything. Our cable (and therefore my internet) went out until about 20 minutes ago, but the electricity stayed on. Basement's flooded, though. City workers tell us the sewers are backed up to the Fairfax Avenue pumping station. The thought that Hague dookie is bobbing about downstairs really annoys me--never liked that crowd.
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