Drew Friedman
A pile of Drew Friedman!
As much as I still love Drew Friedman’s artistry today—his painted work is fabulous—I do have a huge fondness for the crazy stippling he did in the earlier part of his career.
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A pile of Drew Friedman!
As much as I still love Drew Friedman’s artistry today—his painted work is fabulous—I do have a huge fondness for the crazy stippling he did in the earlier part of his career.
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Yeh, a regular posting frenzy tonight, but I just had to write this down while the window was still open… news item on TV about women in the workforce.
One middle-aged lady said: ‘I think women make the best Number Twos.’ (Poo, really?!)
Read More »Biology 101
I haven’t looked at my search requests for a while. Most of them come from Google, and I get quite a lot of them these days, even if my regular readership has remained fairly static.
Here are the searches I’ve had since around 10pm last night (w/my comments added):
CHEZ CHRISSIE
Presumably, someone who knows this site’s title/URL, but prefers to surf in from Google rather than use a bookmark. Bizarre.
Read More »Searching Again
My host, Datasnake, moved to a new server over the weekend, so you might have noticed a few hiccups and slight weirdness. Movable Type grumbled… Read More »We Resume Normal Services
More tidying and packing today. We’re having a load of old furniture and stuff picked up tomorrow to aid the poor. This will include my… Read More »The Move Draws Closer
It’s not very often people use the search feature on this site, but yesterday someone did a search for ‘love’ on here, which was quite… Read More »Total, Utter Pants
Hmmm… I haven’t mentioned search engine requests for a while, but now the new domain is disseminated far and wide, they’re starting to pop up more often once more. I won’t list every single request–I’ll just make comments on some of ’em:
Read More »I Still Haven’t Found What I’m Looking For
We drove past our new flat today. There’s an estate agents board out the front which says SOLD… and for once, I’m looking at those words and knowing it means the place is ours. Bar the formalities.
That’s an incredibly peculiar feeling. Apart from several brief, abortive periods of moving away to my own place, I’ve lived in this house for just over 19 years. Which is the bigger part of my life. Even worse, I’ve never really liked this house, or the street, or the neighbours. It’s a long time to be living somewhere you don’t like.
Read More »Going, Going, Gone! [redux]
Current reading = old reading I never quite made. Mom bought me Stephen King’s Bag of Bones in hardcover back in Christmas ’98. I’m not sure why I never read the thing. I dug it out a few nights ago and when mom saw it she remembered she’d bought it from Asda—where it had been proudly displayed on a stand that proclaimed it King’s Latest (which, at the time, it was).
I’m just over halfway through, and I can say that I’d deprived myself! It’s a really great book. Not very fast-moving, really, but rich in character with lots of intriguing detail. For another opinion, read Kevin Quigley’s review. I’m giving it a big thumb’s-up (of course, if the ending disappoints me, I might go back on this).
Read More »Looking for Stephen King?
Just for trivial interest and amusement: recent search engine strings (mostly via Google) that led people to this site…
Read More »Searching for Something?