Hoa oh the HOA.

I have some good titles.
Too bad I cant support that with some good writing.
My new project here on my blog is to bitch and moan and then send those pathetic mumbling into the future. 5, 10, 20 plus.

It's my long now of kvetching.
so, here's a puppet show that I didn't do because I didn't have the resources because the company I was working for was eating up my time with nattering busy work.


2025
Always leave time for yourself. For your amusing. For whatever crap you wanna put down on paper or electrons or or or or. Just do the things you want to do. Your work looks bad to you because it’s your work and it looks like something that you would do and you can’t evolve you.
Learn to love you. Or look back and evolve the things that you’ve thought might be interesting to others or yourself. When it comes down to it,Hmm. I’ll get back to you in another 10 years.

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