Another good day of work. I was delighted to locate the t...

Another good day of work. I was delighted to locate the three hefty folders of stills that I bought at conventions dating back to the '80s, since I'm getting ready to start working on the techniques of painting from photographic scrap. I was appalled, however, to think I'd shelled out THAT MUCH money on stills... and of people and films that I now look at and go, "Really? What the hell was I thinking?" (I mean, Robocop? Hanky Panky? Jaws?) (And they aren't even good scrap for painting projects, since they're lit wrong). (On the other hand, film noir guys like Bogie can always be counted on for good, strong, one-source lighting...)

I have also discovered that Rocky (the old, mean, nasty Downstairs Cat) has not only learned that when the TV episode is over, it's time to jump down from my lap (i.e. when I hit the button and the screen goes white)... she's started to hop down DURING CLOSING CREDITS.

The other three are still trying to figure out the hydraulics of the water dish.