Cold and sunny. Currently, it's 28˚F, and there's snow on the way ( Read more... )

A sunny day, Halloween the Sixth. Currently, it's 62˚F ( Read more... )

Whatever this entry was going to be, well, we'll never know. I overslept, and then there was unexpected chaos, and then two days worth of backed-up email. I feel like I don't have time for much of anything. A quick weather report? Yeah, I can manage that. When I awoke, it was 39˚F with a windchill 28˚F. On April 9th. Since then, the temperature has ( Read more... )

Today looks mostly cloudy, from where I sit, the homely little slice of Providence outside my office window. It's 50˚F, though it feels like 44˚F. There's some sun and almost no snow to be seen anywhere. That's something, I suppose ( Read more... )

Currently, here in Woodstock it's 28˚F, but feels like 18˚F. The sun is warm through the windows. A lot of snow melted yesterday, despite the clouds. I can only hope we see more melt today, despite the intense cold. We had more wind last night, but the power stayed on. If I had Spooky drive me to Rhinecliff, I could board the train to Manhattan, ( Read more... )

I should have titled this, "Spring? Yeah, Right."

Unless I want to spend the next two hours on this blog entry, there's no doing the last two days justice. And I can't spend that much time on a blog entry fifteen people will read, so...this is the Reader's Digest condensed version. By the way, at the moment, it's 30˚F here, with the windchill at ( Read more... )

"[I]gnorance more frequently begets confidence than does knowledge; it is those who know little, and not those who know much, who so positively assert that this or that problem will never be solved by science." ~ Charles Darwin ( Read more... )

Too cold to open the window, so I sit here in my stale air.

I've been outside only once in the past...what? The past week? I lose track.

I've never made a secret of the fact that I dislike writing. But there are the aspects of writing that I dislike, and then there are the aspects of writing I very, very much dislike. I very much dislike writing ( Read more... )

Sunny and only 59˚F out there.

Yesterday was a tedious, tedious writing day, as writing days often are when I'm working on comics. Because I have to try to be sure that the artist will see exactly what I mean them to see. I only managed to get two pages done, which means I'm six pages into a twenty-two page script, the first chapter of Alabaster: ( Read more... )

The thing about not making a journal entry for many days on end is that, well, when you finally make one you have created - in geological terms - an unconformity, a break in sedimentation, a black space in the record, a gap - and all gaps yearn to be filled. Nature abhors a void and what have you. But, I don't have the time, and my memory's ain't ( Read more... )