Please stand by...

My movements are currently somewhat constrained.

Original content will return shortly.
General understandability may not.

Circling, circling, circling...

Some questions are answered, however opaquely, other questions beget only more questions. All in all, nothing is gained, only the horizon moves, and it further off...

*Insert exasperated groan here*

Everyone has a little photographer in them,
unfortunately I let mine out to play and he hasn't come back yet.

A ceiling of stars

Insomnia and long exposures.

Infinite crises.

The invisible hand of politics moving just off camera

To clarify a bit more on the aforementioned "apocalypse," it's mostly just flux in my current job and the misery of waiting for final answers.

I do not have any solid proof that the world is going to end, but I'm sure that if I did, I'd probably have a better response than washing glass insulators. I'd like to think my response would be more along the lines of ordering up a big batch of awesome unhealthy food and chowing down with all my friends before riding off at high speed on a highly tuned monster of a motorcycle without a helmet to the beach to toast the coming end with bottles of very expensive beverages while dancing maniacally around a bonfire. If I could round up any remaining Maenads, they're welcome to join in.

Of course it's equally likely I'd vacuum the rug. Can't be going out leaving the universe with a floor full of dust bunnies.

The end is near! Look busy...

Idle hands do the strangest things.

So the apocalypse is fast approaching, the future looks bleak, and you're trapped inside on a rainy Sunday afternoon. What do you do?

Why you sit and wash your collection of glass insulators before returning to their roost outside your studio window (as seen dimly in this photo).

Ahh, now that they are all clean and shiny I can get back to setting out fresh oats for the four horsemen.

Curses to Ben Franklin!

Handle with care...
Today daylight savings time dropped a load of bricks on my poor addled brain. Those who know me will invariably note that I am not a morning person. I had been handling the change in time quite gracefully until today. It all came crashing down and I have spent the day in a haze barely able to string words together.

I'm trying to actually get work done today but my lizard brain has taken over and left me able to only bang on my keyboard like a frustrated chimp.

It's not pleasant.

I need a nap.

What? Am I supposed to be posting?Sorry, I'm busy.

Also, I don't know what's up with her fingers

Beside the runway.

Red hair and black latex...

Hail, yes.

It's possible only southerners will find that title funny.