Finding my keys.

So, it is Sunday.

Saturday was an exciting day of working on my printing studio. We ate some wonderful Vietnamese food with Janie J and she came by to inspect the place. And, of course, I trapped her here. Forever.

Janie J.

After that fun, I headed over to Praetoria for some good, old-fashioned, out of the blue Pathfinder. Jackie the Mick spent all afternoon writing up a scenario and making up random first level characters for us. And then we randomly drew one and fought some zombies. Fuck you, Bill.

It was an early night for me, meaning that I got to bed around midnight. It was a bit later than I had wanted, but I had preparations to make. Preparations for what? You ask. For adventure of course.

Art adventure. I am blowing my frequent flyer miles, which expire in December, to go to Dallas for the day. Why? To participate in the Inside Out Project 11M. I am hopefully coming home with a giant poster of my grinning mug. Or at least an email copy of it, after I plaster my grinning mug on the side of a building. Then, I’m coming home. That’s right. Flying there, Getting my photo taken, and coming home. I should be home around 6:30pm.

That and my beloved West Brom are playing Swansea City today. Boing Boing Baggies!

All right. I must away to the airport. Have a great day. Send me some good doogies for this adventure. More soon. ~SC