Submit to the 21st Century...

I went to a big art / craft fair today in Estero. It was more hassle than the hype was worth.

It was maybe half a parking lot full of local artists whoring their wares. Photogs stretching their pieces on canvas the size of a decent flat screen, metal workers heating scraps into lovely ornaments, jewelers appraising fake glass and hocking it as crystal. The list goes on. It was all over priced and under sold.

How you doing, big boy?

It's the (semi) official "This is Christmas?" blog update. As normal, there are ramblings, rumblings and extra special tidbits. 

Today's post is brought to you by a creepy drunk(en) Santa

Hit the deck!

What is it, two more hours before the world is supposed to end?

Today is the Mayan prediction of comets, meteors and asteroids. Fire and brimstone. Rape and pillaging. Tsunamis and snow and rain and earthquakes and any other bull spit you want to believe about Earth going *poof*.

Make a wish

Tomorrow is December 12. At this point, we all know our numbers and what it means. At 12:12:12am, on 12-12-12, it will spawn a new day of conspiracies and spiritual theorem. At 12:12:12pm, it will allow only 12 more hours of the day, before everyone can stop going bat shit crazy over the fact "you never see this".

Mmm... crunchy

We're now in "the Christmas crunch" at work. People are coming in wanting their Christmas cards printed, ornaments ready to be hung, blankets made for relatives up north.

In case I haven't stated lately, I work for a photo store. I'm the film & video production specialist, as well as a technical engineer. The latter is just a fancy term of me changing light bulbs and road signs.