adventures in the past.

so,
today is all-souls' day.
i guess i'll spend some time feeling bad about folks who aren't around.
.....
ok!
now that that's done,
let's keep it moving, neighbors...
i was the only artist at work yesterday.
huh?
oh, i'm serious.
one worthy warrior poet, composing songs of steam and fire, so to speak,
throughout a dreary, drizzly, awful day,
]accompanied, (barely) by none non-receptive receptionist,
and one body-style piercer.
we spanned the whole dang day with only a few clients to collaborate with
and those far-spaced throughout the hours in small clusters
of conversational cause-and-effect.
i guess the sh!t-salad of wintry wetness and too-soon bitter buffeting winds
was instrumental in keeping folks at home?
maybe.
i was where i needed to be, regardless,
and i was definitely doing what i needed to do.
and i was in the most perioud-accurate steampunk attire to date.
uh-huh.
check the teleport:

right?
waistcoat, pleated bib-front club-collared shirt,
with those burly brassy leather-type shirtsleeve garters,
high-waisted suspender-braced pants, pointy shoes,
cravat, and brown baler-A* bowler hat.
believe it.
all sorts of dangles, and bangles,
and those goggles, too, kids:

yep.
what well-educated highly-decorated dapper duder from the alternate past
likes not having his pipe handy?
correct.
y'gotta, or else your sauce is clearly weak.
and that's not something we're gonna ever hang out with around here.
i mean,
after all-
three costumes for hallowe'en?
that's expert.
and really,
they're all so different for being within the same theme, y'know?
check out the burly barbarian boiler backpack powering those dual power gauntlets:

c'mon.
i know you know it,
but too much is the right amount.
and in this instance, it's soooo right.
i think i had the most fun making this stuff i've had in forever.
it feels to good to create something out of junk and glue and paint.
sure,
it's sort of trickery,
but it's tangible, too,
and that counts for a lot.
i'm glad i did it,
and i doubt i'm done.
more is what i want,
of everything, always.
good enough is not enough,
and too much of a good thing is not even a real thing.
therefore,
there will certainly have to be more of all of this.
mhhm.
rules is rules, kids,
and i'm pretty sure that's in the books somewhere.

elf ears.
i guess goggle straps and hats are too much for my overwhelmed cartilage.
poor little listen-flaps get worn out hearing myself think, probably.
*
anyway,
life is returning to normal, now.
there will be no hot glue and dremel action allowed,
for a full week or so, give or take.
then,
after a respite,
and a solid shoveling of al this stuff into the appropriate piles,
we'll see where the foam and plastic take us, okay?
okay.
exercise and edibles,
brooms and spoons,
all sorts of hard work and yard work and tree removal and leaf blowing,
plus rakes and mows and holes and heaps of other things.
november is for working more, and more, and more.
this is all what's going on in the woodsly goodness,
and i guess that's all there is;
never quiet, never soft.....