… But not because I’m spring cleaning. It’s been over a month since I’ve so much as touched the keyboard here—not that anyone’s noticed except me, feeling guiltier for every passing day. That isn’t to say that nothing’s happened; whether it’s worth sharing (or reading) is a different question altogether. I wonder lately whether I should bother to keep a blog at all.
My better half has relaunched her website, Dreaming in Reality, after having switched over to using WordPress after five years of using pMachine. We managed to successfully convert all of her posts not only from pMachine but from Blogger as well (which she had used for six months or so until late 2002). The process was a little tricky—not least because the domain that used to host the conversion script from pMachine -> Wordpress is now gone (thank you, Google cache)—but it’s done now.
A big merry christmas to all my friends and family. Hope Santa was good to you this year and that you spent some quality time with your families.
I wanted to mention a quick thanks to all the visitors who were able to stop by for a few minutes to spread some holiday cheer at our little gathering tonight. Thank-you especially to Pat who overstayed his planned time by several-hundred percent. ;) We appreciate you all making time in your busy holiday schedules to visit and exchange banter with us. Cheers.
As you may have gathered from comments in another thread, my grandfather on my mother’s side passed away late on Tuesday night. We’re headed to Midland to say our goodbyes this weekend, so this blog will be sparsely populated with news for another few days around here to come. My thanks go out to all who have offered their condolences. He will be missed.
There hasn’t been much to say to make it worth posting lately. I’ve been generally disinterested about following the news, although the few things I care about seem to be going ill and leave me feeling sick and wanting to withdraw further from the world. My schedule has been badly out of balance the past week or two—staying up late to work or draw, or just because I don’t feel tired, and sometimes waking late, sometimes not (but always feeling more worn down than when I went to bed). Headaches come easily to me if I didn’t already wake up with one. It seems like moments of happiness are as brief as the interludes of sunlight that have managed to filter through the rain for a few brief moments every few days before vanishing as quickly as they arrived.
Well, what did you expect? I’ve never been one for much besides figure drawing; the human form is immensely challenging and what I enjoy drawing most.
In honour of my very good friend Marc who is abroad in Taipei, I present this portrait to let him know he’s still very much in our thoughts and hearts. Though it may still be another year before we see him again on this side of the Pacific, I haven’t forgotten what a true, loyal friend he’s been to me and my family. Cheers, mang.
My amigo MCM over at Push the Third Button Twice posted a reaction to an article on The Mu Life titled, Did You Read The Article? MCM raises an interesting point about how we shouldn’t judge books by their covers, or blogs by their fame (or lack thereof).
I think I’ve already stated my position on Digg users making worthless contributions to story discussion threads, so no argument there. I also agree with MCM’s conclusion: Blogs shouldn’t just be discounted because they’re “petite frites” compared to commercial news sites.
… Let me share a couple pictures from Hallowe’en 2006.
First, the jack-o’-lantern, pattern of which is probably recognisable to most readers, was wantonly downloaded from Homestar Runner then Dremel-tooled out with a bit of knife-work for the straight edges. It turned out all right considering how quickly I threw it together, but it probably left a lot of trick-or-treaters confused.
And then there’s my costume, which is the same as last year plus the addition of one PASGT helmet. I had wanted to silkscreen two large white-text-on-black “RIAA” badges to put on the ammo vest, but couldn’t find the time to pull it off this year. Maybe in 2007.
A letter from—and a phone call to—two dear friends yesterday reminded me of how dearly I miss those close to my heart who have moved abroad, be it for a change of scenery or pace, an exciting new career, an opportunity to discover new places or potential hidden within, or to be closer to family.