PoSt-It NuTs

      Today I had an amazing day. One lunch with a few people I'm happy to call friends, and it's seriously become a core memory. They're people I've spent time with for 7 months this year, 2 hours every 2 weeks. I look forward to those 2 hours, and do my best to make that time even with all the chaos in my life.     4 of the 5 of us was able to get together for lunch this afternoon, and it was a blast. I was worried it would be awkward outside of our bi-weekly meetings, but it was the total opposite. They're people I can mesh with, and yet we're seriously all over the place with background and age. I honestly think that's a big part of why we get along so well.      Every one of us is looking forward to getting together again, most especially with our missing 5th. And there are always our meetings. But one of the joyful things that came out of the lunch today for me was being able to share my artwork and a story with them and really not fear bein...

          So here we are, 11 years later. Almost 12. I've learned things. I've seen things.       But in the great lyrics of Elton John, I'm still standing. A few weeks ago I stumbled on to this crypt of my thoughts and wondered what the heck to do with it. To delete, or not to delete?       Eh, fuck it.      The original purpose of the blog was to display my post-it note art. I may add some more that I've done over the years, but I want to do more than that. I want to write. I want to sketch again. Watching one of my spawn express themselves with some of the same tools I used years back got my artist-sense tingling, a little wiggle in my soul that says "Do it, bitch! I dare you". I shall, you bastard. I shall.      I don't have a set schedule, or even what I'm going to post. Oddly enough I'm not a very linear kind of person. So it might be art you see, or parts of stories, or just the we...