I made one of my rare trips into the BurgerVille near work this morning. While there, I realized something which made me feel a bit old: My first job was located at the St. Johns BV in North Portland… 20 years ago this coming autumn.

Well then.

In other news of monumental importance, after a breakneck round of posting during April I seem to have suffered another round of ennui as regards the writing and photography output. I’m still doing background prep for the Quacked Panes launch, though, and I haven’t abandoned the project in the slightest. The work which needs doing now, though, isn’t terribly interesting or visible… thus, nothing to write about here.

And since I’ve been feeling generally “blah” anyway, there hasn’t been much to say about much of anything else. Such is life.

To end on an upbeat note: Nicole at Barberama is awesome, and while you’re in the neighborhood you must check out the Russell Street Bar-B-Que. The Little Grey Duck has spoken!