So much time and tide has washed over my keyboard since I last posted an entry here.
I'm getting myself dusted off from the last year or so of "waves" - most not so cleansing . . . well, maybe they were. I'll have to think on that a bit more.

The bottom line is that the Green House has been sitting in various stages of disrepair for the last year or so. The housing market is what it is and the newspaper market is what it is. . . and I've been lost in what-it-is-isms for a year now.

A couple of nice things have happened to help me pull out of a grandfunk railroading of my own career, and it's some kinda wonderful to be back thinking about my friends in the GH, Wormy, Peter, Danielle, Pema-Bodhi-Lily, Mark Brewer, Jon Michaels and all of you who have supported our work. . . ah. . . I'm getting closer to my home . . .

It's a nice little paper abode with hot and cold running gags, (I still HATE the word "gags"- OK, from here on I fly in the face of comicdom and call them . . scripts? . . no, maybe scrags?), (votes, suggestions, please?) --- oh, hot and cold running scrags, windows of opportunity and introspection. I could go deeper into this metaphor, but it's already seeming tedious and I just want to enjoy the moment or reconnecting with this journal.

I'll leave it at this for tonight, while I leave to write some Nancy gags. Bottom line again- is that Mark B sent over a remodeling specialist, Shanna Blasingame, web site designer, and we're taking the small step of a quick spruce up of the site, while Shanna starts designing a fresh makeover.

I'm feeling greener.

Peace,
Brad (2/17/09)

Tags: green house, shanna blasingame, starting over
Current Location: studio
Current Mood: accomplished
Current Music: Jon Michaels