Rainy Days on Sundays

We're experiencing a squall of winter storms, thank Goodness, as the Gubernator has just called for emergency draught conditions which means we'll all be putting bricks in our toiddies and capturing dirty bath water for the spring bulbs. But for poets and artists, it means it's legit to be indoors and be creative to heart's content. I'm working on a new series of Artist Trading Cards featuring Pretty Poets in response to rudeness experienced trying to be a Poetry Examiner for the SF Examiner (they want knowledge and computer/internet savvy to boot and if you reveal any ignorance, expect the snot-nosed kid at the other end to let you know it). Anyway, it's a gentler and more rewarding thing to do art and let the whole "content provider" world go suck its big toe. Artists and Writers beware: the move to everything online means they want your goods, don't want to pay for it, and will expect that you do all the labor of producing their publications, including HTML coding, picture taking and uploading, and and and . . . Another way the corporate world profits off our backs.