My father has always been notoriously hard to buy gifts for. He is a graphic design professor by trade, and a multitalented man with more hobbies than hours in the day. He's one part sea captain, one part swashbuckler, two parts artist, and a huge swords and spells bookworm. (Wonder where I get it, hmm?) The wonderful thing about his particular mix of personality is that we can usually find something to bond over. We used to watch Star Trek TNG together when I was a kid, one of the first times I remember seriously contemplating what it meant to be human versus android. The problem is, short of his own ship, an authentic set of historical armor, or a doorway into Discworld, there's not much on his Christmas list. When I asked him what he wanted this time, he said, "I want an original Allison Emm portrait of me done in any style."
I'm not sure I've ever neglected this blog as much as I have these past few weeks. See, there was this thing called The Great Colorado Flood of 2013 that swallowed the land that I recently moved to. We're okay, but things remain a little crazy. Many people are not okay, and our prayers and thoughts are with them in this time of recovery. More on that later.
On a lighter note, we've tried to stay busy exploring our new land of adventure and working despite limited internet access (no small matter for two internet nomads). This October I have the sheer joy of experimenting with prosthetic makeup for Halloween on MindHut. The first project? Turning my Jack into a werewolf!
Special thanks to the neighbors for letting us run around their farm! They also let us borrow their big sweetheart of a dog Cooper for a shot. :-)