Backyard and, especially, the path to The Shed are mud bogs. Melting snow, increased temps, and general foot traffic have combined into a muddy hellscape which have inspired me to consider constructing a walkway from the house to The Shed. Shedwalk. Out of wood, probably – and while I'm not averse to poured concrete and brick though I'd just as soon throw a bunch of palettes into the yard and reenact WATERWORLD. But I'll probably stick with a nice wooden walkway.

In spite of falling under the auspices of the Great Schism (which if I haven't written about it yet, involves me throwing out every writing project – no matter if it's a seed or 7/8 complete – that didn't work or that I didn't see through to fruition before this year), J's enthusiasm has brought one project back from the dead. And I'll grant you, it's a pretty cool idea. Cool enough that my desire to make it something real has overtaken my desire to branch into the entirely new. Everything old – or at least this bit of the everything (and oh shit now another thing too because I still want to know how it turns out – until it wears me down and I never look at again for another two months – +2 back from the dead, I guess ok that's it really) – being new again? *

I want to be more overwhelmed with the stakes in THE MADNESS than I am. Otherwise, solid show. Colman Domingo is fantastic.

Returning, I think, to these midday things (which will hopefully be about an individual thing or idea instead of a glorified journal entry but WTFever) if for no other purpose than to keep me writing / thinking out loud in public every day as I explore other interests (oh metal, oh comix) and passions.

As far as projects go, Lon the Metal Guy is coming to junk-bin life (also need to get started on my first metal commission sometime in the next few days) and I'm still circling the aforementioned comix (though one of them has been dropped off into J's hands for her to wreak her magic upon it), seeding nonsensical phrases across the Obsidian canvas, staying to true to my schism with past ideas and accepting only new ones – though I'm having second thoughts about the schisming one comix project that would be another collab with J considering the continued enthusiasm she expressed towards it yesterday.

Speaking of: I remain thrilled with Boris welding his neckbolts and the pain – not the cool pain while getting inked but the uncool pain in the hours after leaving the chair – has more or less subsided. Healing process begins, etc etc. Aloe is my friend.