Come Augusto, this video might come in handy for the Delete and family. Oh, the joys of being thirty-two and dealing the fact that I’m soon to be the grumpy old man shaking my fists and the “damn kids”. I guess one cannot avoid this. Hockey is about to start, so that is all. More to come later. Until next time, COURAGE.
Tis’ mid-week and my creativity has seemed to have reached the equilivant of the above. cold bowl of oatmeal. Artist block can be quite disturbing and can really make one Josef feel muy uncomfortable. It can breed deep paranoia, and if you’re not careful, you’ll find yourself huddled in a corner repeating nonsensical phrases, like “Can’t sleep, the clowns will eat me” or something like that. I’m not quite to that point as of yet, but feel like that could be just around the bend if I’m not careful. We’ll see if I can sick the iPOD on my brain today and scavenge for the creativity push that I need via the normal ammunition, i.e. das’ interwebs and the ever trusting book and/or magazine. Wish me luck.
It is snowing lightly this morning, which shouldn’t be surprising as it is still April in Montana. The pheasants were out in force this morning as well. I sometimes expect to see Wilford Brimley to stroll past me one of these mornings telling me about diabetes. One can dream, can’t he?
Well, I shall complete the morning prep. Until next time, courage.
*update: The Delete cannot spell and/or form functioning sentences at the time of day that this entry was orginally created. Please forgive.
More to come with this. 
Tis’ mid-week and my creativity has seemed to have reached the equilivant of the above. cold bowl of oatmeal. Artist block can be quite disturbing and can really make one Josef feel muy uncomfortable. It can breed deep paranoia, and if you’re not careful, you’ll find yourself huddled in a corner repeating nonsensical phrases, like “Can’t sleep, the clowns will eat me” or something like that. I’m not quite to that point as of yet, but feel like that could be just around the bend if I’m not careful. We’ll see if I can sick the iPOD on my brain today and scavenge for the creativity push that I need via the normal ammunition, i.e. das’ interwebs and the ever trusting book and/or magazine. Wish me luck.
It is snowing lightly this morning, which shouldn’t be surprising as it is still April in Montana. The pheasants were out in force this morning as well. I sometimes expect to see Wilford Brimley to stroll past me one of these mornings telling me about diabetes. One can dream, can’t he?
Well, I shall complete the morning prep. Until next time, courage.
*update: The Delete cannot spell and/or form functioning sentences at the time of day that this entry was orginally created. Please forgive. 
