There. Spoken like a true, Christian, newage-cynic aesthete. And it does NOT help that my current short story protagonist is a succubus. Sigh.
Tigger is sick. Taking him to the doctor now; it's manifesting as a raging sore throat and cough. He stayed home and slept (with Matt in the house, incidentally), while I was bowling, and has had Chicken flavored Ramen for lunch.
Occupied myself meantime by depositing a large-enough-to-last-til-after-Carnivale check, printing checks, stuffing and stamping bills, and designing a bill paying icon. Not done with that yet. I'm pretty sure I can figure out how to map this stamp onto the ribbon after vectorizing the ribbon, but I may have to read up on some of the finer points of Canvas. Otherwise, I'm going with a stuck-on-the tongue stamp and dumping the ribbon.
Need more art. I didn't intend to get anything for Camel for his birthday, but something cried out to me. Which requires an additional step, this evening, which took me to Wal-Mart. I came home with a can of Polycrylic, a new paintbrush, 400 grit paper, a 66¢ remnant and an idea with that will have to wait until after Flar skips town, as I shall need the jacuzzi top for its execution.
I suppose I should heads up Sydb on the whole dropping off a present thingie.
