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From Hands to Other Hands

Some time ago, Daniel  presented The Damn Thing to me ceremoniously at The Athenian Diner in MIddletown, CT. Since then, the sacred relic has lent its wisdom and glory through many travels, travails, states and stages. And I reveled in its majesty.

And then, the other day, the Damn Thing fell over onto my toe, indicating it was Time for it to lend its mightiness to another of the Sacred Circle.

Fourteen Eleven

In November of 2012, after ten years of renting, my wife and I found a house and decided to become homeowners. The State of Missouri has an excellent program that works with FHA loans to get people into houses. I was sick of my commute (about 40-50 minutes each way), and the gas I was spending on it. And the mortgage, taxes and insurance on a house with more than twice the square footage of our apartment would all add up to slightly less than the rent we were paying.

Shout out to William Dickson

I have never been much of a blogger or social website guy. The most interesting thing about me is my art and my friends so I don't often feel the need to do anything else besides post my work on my sites and keep up to date on what my friends are doing.

Admittedly I will make the ocassional pithy comment on facebook where I feel oh-so-clever (All I have to do is amuse myself, if anyone else thinks I'm funny it's a bonus.)

Moxie

“You need a cat,” Susan told me. It was 1996, I was in love, and I wanted her to move in, so if she wanted a cat, I wanted a cat. I’d grown up with cats, and I missed the one I’d left behind with my mother in Connecticut, so I starting looking through the Seattle-area usenet groups.