Merry Xmas to us! Look what arrived today:
Bah! You can’t get it from a web-optimized iPhone jpg. These prints turned out gorgeous. They look like oil paintings. Just… smashing. Thank you, Venice, for being so photogenic. I couldn’t be happier. Except now the other walls are clamoring for attention. Patience, friends. Your time will come. Of course, that sale happens once a year, so it could be a while. Dangit. Somebody buy my script.
Gorgeous!
I’m feeling awfully fortunate these days. Avery and I must have spent half an hour just looking at the Christmas lights, neither of us saying a word. She drooled some. Me too, though that might have been the smell of Marjorie’s banana muffins. Or the homemade cinnamon granola. See? So fortunate.
As planned, I connected with the nice lady at the tech/design school, and it sounds promising. I’ll put together the job description and she’ll post it to the system, and we’ll be partners in education. A thing Fuel knows something about. In the new year we’ll meet for an extended talk about how our worlds might complement. I’m hopeful. The Italian team is working some magic, but I want to get them some help, especially on the UI – something with which none of us has much experience. She’s very pretty, but she wants to dance. The app, not the nice lady at the tech/design school. Well, unless it’s also true in her case. I have no idea. I’m sure she’s lovely. You should take her out dancing. You neglectful bastard.
This week, Fuel needs to wrap its official 2013 planning sessions. Chaos will take what time it can get. I think I have some mixing coming up. Wednesday should be especially good. An abbreviated Chaos session, followed by the Fuel jam, and hopefully somewhere in there we hear back from [A-List guy for Secret Project]. And then Lee and I are attending a fete at the Canadian Consulate in honour of Barb Stegemann, whom Canadians know from The Dragon’s Den and her company, The 7 Virtues. Neither of us have met her, but she heard about us and wants to meet. So we’re going. And then we’re supposed to take her out to see some comedy. Neat. Whatever shall I wear?
Adventure.