Phil got his a$& handed to him.
Okay, maybe not precisely handed to him...
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As a multimedia artist, a natural side quest of mine is, well, to do a little, well, collecting.
It's me. I'm the nosy neighbor. Ever since I spotted this doorway, I've had my little telescope (and now my phone camera) poised to capture possible movement.
* This post was originally written on the previous Tuesday, 8/19/2025.
Today was a routine series of events. Actually, no. It was not. Because some days I'm highly effective, moving through my to-do list like a juggernaut, blasting things off of my plate.
That's not quite how things went this day.
The other day I accidentally time-traveled. While sitting on the floor of my bedroom, stitching up a hole in a piece of clothing, I suddenly fell through a wormhole in time. You gotta watch out for those- not sure they can be stitched up.
My name is Renée, and I'm blessed to be an aunt to a number of young people. Three of which I have within my immediate grasp and influence.
I sometimes like to think of myself as a junior or "bonus" mom. And I do my best to show and teach my nieces and nephew (5, 14, and 15) things I think could be useful and pertinent for them in life. That includes how to have fun.
After years of [somewhat] adequate service, I recently bid farewell to a key member of my team here in this studio. I was not prepared to part ways. I spent several months and dollars seeking a resolution. But the matter simply could not be resolved favorably.
It happened. I'm surprised that I evaded it this long. Time and time again, I have been regaled with others' horror stories. And my own experience lived up to the grave descriptions.
April was Earth month. And in honor of Earth Day (4/22), I shared one way I try to do my part as a concerned inhabitant of this planet. I strapped on a funny harness thing to hold my camera and went to pick up trash from a small creek near my home.
I filmed myself fishing old toy balls and other trash from the creek.
"The bad news is time flies. The good news is you’re the pilot." - Michael Altshuler
My week had a dizzying clip to it. I think I blinked and it was Friday night.
Happy New Year!
Did you hit the streets for the holidays? Me? Lolol oh, absolutely NOT. I saw the new year in from the comfort of home. With champagne glass in hand, I opened the vertical blinds of the back porch wide, turned off all the lights, kicked up my feet, then enjoyed fireworks courtesy of my neighbors...
The long, painful writer's strike that had Hollywood on hold has finally come to an end. Here in Georgia, that means many everyday people will be back to an industry that has been growing here for years now.
I'm not flabbergasted anymore. I don't freak out anymore when I realize it's the week of Thanksgiving. Time marches on, and if we care to, we can make the most of it.
A few weeks ago I decided to raid my inventory of stored work to find something to put in an empty spot on a wall. These are paintings that are (or have been) available for purchase online or elsewhere.
My 14-year-old niece recently declared "You know a lot of stuff!".
This was after I'd told her something I thought might be useful for her to know in life. I don't remember what tidbit of info I'd given her that particular time...
Have you ever had a week where you repeatedly asked "What the???" Where a series of things that should conservatively be sprinkled over the course of a few months [a manageable touch of calamity for the ordinary person] just keep happening back to back?