THE CUNNING FENNEC FOX: Final Final and All the Rest! and the Cunning Fennec Fox

19 March 2014

10:51 hrs

Patient Reader . . .

How the heck are y’all? Sorry it’s been so long since I last posted . . . finals and the preparing for them have really been kicking my ass this term. I am just used to being graded differently in science than I am in art. It’s weird . . . In science, it’s either a spleen or it’s not; there is no, “why did you use a curvilinear line and not a rectilinear one?” Ha ha . . . I said “rectal.”

So I took my last final just now; Basic Art Design, and I think I did pretty well. Let’s all just hope so, anyway.

Everything else in my life is chaotic right now. Even though it’s Spring Break, I have a load to do: I have five models to photograph; I have that ballerina movie to make; I have lunches and dinner dates I have to keep; and I need to meet sometime with Prof. -------- and catch up. She’s the one that had the open heart surgery over Winter Term.

I also have a friend in a large city just to the north, and another friend two large cities away. I want to visit or be visited by these cats, so I have to find time for them. But they are friends; they get top priority.

Jeezly Crow, this term has kicked my ass. It’s the first time ever, except for last term, that I won’t be pulling a 4-Oh GPA. I hate that, but then I realized; you know what? I don’t need the degree . . .

I am at the point where “Somedays” don’t really mean shit. I have to learn the skills and start making these docs.

Being a documentarian is being a historian, only on digital media. I need to tell the world that we can change it; not the other way around. We don’t need to be changed by the environment around us, even though I and so many others I know, have been exactly so.

This could indeed be a world straight out of Star Trek. A world in which there is no war, no poverty, and no disease. Purely a scientific society, devoid of religion and ignorance, which actually go hand in hand anyway.

Maybe now I can get back to playing my guitar. Maybe now I can concentrate on my photography. Maybe now I can rest, relax, and maybe even sleep. Oh yeah; I also have 2 full-body massages I owe 2 women. These are the Bonus-Package FBM’s; there’s a magic squiggly at the end. Or the beginning and middle, depending.

Interspersed throughout what follows you will find some of my recent photographs.

You’ll find I have been focusing a lot on shrubbery, as it is that transitional time of year: A combination of blossoms intermingled with the starkness of still-dormant trees . . .

So kick back and enjoy. I have much more to tell, of course, but my brain is goatmeal inside my head right now. I will be back online hopefully as early as tomorrow.