They said it, not me

You can relax now.

That’s not from me, I heard it on the classical music station.

I mean you can if you want.

Like a cat in a cradle

I bet God calls me Duncan, just for laughs. Cause like the yo-yo I am, He lets me get but so far before snapping me back.

Good thing too.

Can You Draw This?

Never could. Still can’t.

Any other questions?

Sometimes everything just hurts

You get up and can’t even straighten up. But you can still fly right.

A viewer asks, “Is this all your stuff?”

I knew a man. His name was Glen. Glen was a good man. A good friend. Whatever he posted was comic genius. I loved seeing Glen’s posts. I knew I’d smile.

I ran into Glen at a function once and had to ask him “how much of what you post do you write?” His answer reflected his sincerity and honesty.

“About 40%”

To me it was still impressive, his writing was good. I miss Glen and his posts very much.

For myself, where this blog’s concerned it’s about my writing; creative, commerical or otherwise. The only exceptions are obvious shares. All the rest is original content.

But we all know everything’s a remix, so there’s that.

Stop. Watch. Love.

This fires on all cylinders for me. Filmmaking, storytelling, animation, special effects and model railroading. Incredible work by an incredibly gifted, dedicated team.