I was feeling a bit at ends tonight, but I happened upon two consecutive episodes of Mannix, and felt considerably better after viewing. Hard to believe that programme is over 40 years old. And Mike Connors is STILL alive - according to Wikipedia. Who knew that Connors was born Krekor Ohanian?

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I was clearing an old road that runs through the woods to the creek yesterday when a rather large and very dead branch fell and clocked me in the right arm and head (not sure if I'm right or left-headed). Odd thing is that either the branch or my head rang out with what sounded rather like a marimba note. Fortunately, I was wearing a toboggan - which was not damaged.

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I've heard all my life that you can't paint untreated chipboard, but I've painted the chipboard inner walls of the building that is now my studio (hate that word), and it needed little more than a single coat. I'm sticking with several shades of blue for varying sections of wall. The building is still about a third full to the ceiling with ancient stuff I can't part with. It's pretty hard to paint around a lot of ancient stuff.
I give harmless spiders a fighting chance. Some take it; others just sit there stupidly until they're painted over.
There's a mouse who's days are numbered.

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I read somewhere that this [link] song by The Reynolds Girls is one of the worst songs ever written. Honestly, I've heard much worse, especially considering that they're teenagers. All of this Kontemporary Kmart Kowboy Kuntry music that inundates the airwaves being a case in point. Country music died with Buck Owens...
Anyway, not much chance of "I'd Rather Jack" being a hit in the USA, what with the title and all.

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I hate most sports. But there are four that I'll give the time of day to: Gymnastics (womens); Curling (womens); Boxing - and not that crap where they're in a cage and not wearing shoes, I'm talking Marquess of Queensbery rules; and Hockey. Canadian Hockey.

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Seen the Prometheus trailer yet? I've spotted something, but it might be considered a spoiler... and I'm too considerate a guy to do that.
Still haven't heard the rating yet. If it's an "R" because of some "love scenes", then I'm going over the side. Supposedly Giger's involvement is minimal.

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It's odd; Naxos classical CDs have kept their prices about the same for a while now, but a package of garlic potatoes has gone from $1 to $1.20 in a month. I had no idea that garlic was coming through the Strait of Hormuz.

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Are people still 'occupying' things? Are they still repeating back what they're told (in a particularly irritating Orwellian fashion)? Not that I particularly care...

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I'm kind of surprised that Lina Leandersson hasn't done more acting. Act, girlie, act!

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About 2 AM one night last month I saw a flashlight at the edge of the woods behind my house - about a quarter a mile away. Fool that I am, I allowed my bad tempered self to walk back there to see what was to be seen. Nothing. Possibly a stray hunter. I allowed myself a moment to stargaze (not often you can see ALL the stars in Monoceros' head). Then, I heard the gentle warbling of a pack of coyotes, and decided that the prudent course of action would be to proceed back to the house. And I did.
Moral of the story? Coyotes just may carry flashlights.

God bless,
I'm not John - Boy.

Two New Books About Robots

If you don't like robots, you likely have some profound genetic flaw
If you do like robots... we are kindred spirits.
These two books are child-friendly; adult friendly... heck, they're aardvark friendly. And though I'm being a bit flippant, I honestly poured the better part of myself into these. Both illustrated in colour throughout.

Dr. Ob's Fantastic Two Headed Robot


Robot In The Graveyard


Saestralle

My book, Saestralle: A Tale of the North, is now available at the following link:



Illustrated throughout in color, it relates the legend of Saestralle, and the sun god Pohr, who desired and pursued her.

A few illustrations - in the form of a slide presentation - can be viewed here [link]


My good friend has done me the great and undeserved honor of writing about my work. Since I was born utterly without that gene which spurs one to self-promotion, I can only express my sincere appreciation for his great effort on so meager a subject, and to point any and all who may be interested
here.

Scribd Account




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Want to hear me getting yelled at in the 8th grade? [link]

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ART

My Prints!
My Prints will HEAL you.
It's a fact. If you suffer from an over abundance of cash and an under abundance of prints, my prints will definitely HEAL you. Be Healed


My REAL LIFE gallery
Yes, I do have paintings in a gallery with real walls and everything . If you're ever in Charlotte,  NC , please stop by Queen's Gallery and visit . The staff there are super nice and are happy to show you around . As well as the paintings on display, I have a number of pieces in storage there (my attic is overflowing) . If there's a particular piece you'd like to see, they will kindly oblige . The address is:
Queen's Gallery & Art Centre
1212 The Plaza
Charlotte, NC
28205

Visit the new BREED site .

MUSIC

Cowgirl In The Snow
Listen

Aeolian Harpie
Attempt to listen

My Space

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My Love










  My Stock My older stuff My ancient stuff The astounding Bibi :coke:



Here we are living in time you and I. Yesterday is gone. We are waiting for tomorrow. And the present moment eludes us even as we try to grasp it.

God lives in eternity, where there is no yesterday. There is no tomorrow. God is not waiting for the sunset or the dawn. God lives in the eternal now where there is neither past nor future.

God sees you and me at this moment, not just as we are now, but already dead and buried and judged, and safely home with Him forever with life behind us. This God sees now as you and I are worrying and fretting about a future that may never come.

It makes us dizzy even to think about it.

— Fr. Leo Clifford