I’m shamelessly using this weeks open-ended Corner View theme to plug Top1s latest entry on his Warhammer YouTube channel: I like the pace of this little vid. Of course, it doesn’t do justice to the enormous amount of work that … Continue reading
I read somewhere about children being the ultimate Zen masters. (Well, duh. Of course they are.) Top3 is constantly drawing, but rarely happy with the result. (See below. The note reads: “I’m not good at drawing. Whereas I think my … Continue reading
Top4 has been visualizing her Granny – and it worked, ’cause she and her brother magically transferred to Granny territory for the rest of the week. (Well, Top1 helped with the transport…) Which leaves me to myself, dividing my time … Continue reading
… then at least have something fun to look at whilst you’re there ;-) … Continue reading
Today, first the Weather Gods handed us lofty blue skies and sun and just a few stout clouds. Then, I pretended to be a Dutch Master and played around with my new photo imaging software some more. … Continue reading
If ever Top4 gets notions about selling stuff at the market, I’d propose to her to go into Post-Its. Why sell the ordinary stuff, like bread or vegetables or flowers, or stainless steel knife sets? No, I’d have her collect … Continue reading
(Playing around with new imaging software) … Continue reading
I had a spare hour today, so I took my camera and went sightseeing around the house. It feels less and less like MY house, as I have had very little time to play around with vacuum cleaner and mob, … Continue reading
… letting your little sister sleep in a Mini Tipi in your room, on this special night. (This photo was taken on Valentine’s Day 2010. Top4 would need a Medium Tipi now.) PS Managed to buy a new second-hand car. … Continue reading
It’s been hectic these past few weeks, and I don’t foresee a change in that pace. In the office, I’m accepting any and all translation work that comes my way, whilst arranging things for the undisclosed start-up. For now, let’s … Continue reading