: Blog whoring
Ah, an auspicious day for embarking upon my new career of blog-whoring for the rapacious Knoxvegas audience. Call me 'Thirteen'. Why? It amuses me.
Well, I'm starting out the gate with a bit of a handicap --been home caring for a sick four-year-old, so I haven't been able to get into any documentable mischief for the Internet masses. But it's good day anyway. My son is feeling better. Coffee is brewing. Lambchops are humming a seductive little tune from a skillet on the stove. It's a nice moment. That's all you can ask from life.
At my age, though, I also know a few tricks about manufacturing entertainment when nothing else presents itself. It's all about inner resources, boys and girls. I'm a photographer, a writer, a swordsman, and a cook. There are plenty of opportunities for self-distraction in those categories.
Bored photographers take an awful lot of self-portraits:
I also admire pointy things (keep your mind out of the gutter):
Tonight, I'll be busy with dress rehearsal for a couple of short plays by Certvantes. It's my first acting experience (aside from, um, getting to know two or so actresses in the past year). That'll keep me out of trouble for this evening at least.
We'll see what tomorrow brings.