Great news today! Long time readers may recall that there are, in Australia, a pair of very nice wombat rehabilitators, who were the wombat behavior consultants for “Digger,” and that some time ago they had rescued a baby female wombat whom they named Digger. Granted everything that can and does go wrong in wildlife rehabilitation, […]
Monthly Archives: March 2006
People interested in following the saga of my father’s battle for solar panels can now read all about it as he blogs the experience! (He’s never blogged before, and there’s not much up there yet, but he’s at http://gvernon.livejournal.com/ Feel free to go and complain about his daughter, of course. *grin*) He’s supposed to testify […]
While I always suspected that someday, the Supreme Court would be hearing a case called “Somebody vs. Vernon,” I always sort of expected I’d be the one in front of the bench, not Dad. My father, who is an Arizona old-school Republican,* is goin’ to court. For environmentalism. I’m so proud. He has solar panels […]
Packing–as better people than I have observed since before the invention of the cardboard box–is a disorienting experience. It’s not the packing itself, of course. The big thing to get packed around here is books, and that’s pretty easy stuff, a little spatial jigsaw puzzle, accompanied by a small but rosy glow when you manage […]
James is off at GDC. I am not good at solitude. Actually, I’m what I’m really not good at is cooking. For dinner I had a cup ‘o noodles and a deviled egg. Thank god he’s only gone for five days–inside a week, I’d be down to cold tortillas and whatever’s lurking under the permafrost […]
So I’m working on a painting, in between my packing up, a solitary task that I get to do for the next week. James leaves for GDC tomorrow–he almost cancelled, but his company made the reservations back in January, and it’s not like he won’t be back in plenty of time for closing and whatnot. […]
Heh. So I’m online, wandering aimlessly, and trip over some art from the German surrealist Michael Sowa. And I like it. It’s cute and a little surreal and has bunnies, and I’m all about those things. “Neat!” sez I. “Wonder why I never heard of him before! Well, I’ll definitely keep an eye out for […]
Here and now, I would like to officially Eat Crow. I always proclaimed that anything more than ten bucks for an undergarment was a gross decadence. I wore six dollar bras, and wondered vaguely why they were so damn uncomfortable. I assigned discomfort as a standard function of bras. I was wrong. I just laid […]
I know I’m getting old. I’m starting to appreciate Andy Warhol.
I went out to water my container garden today, and was struck suddenly by the realization that these guys would all be comin’ with me to the new house. It’s only because I’m absurdly excited about the house, but I felt like a general who finally got word that my troops were getting sent back […]