Wil Weaton's first podcast & stuff with things in it

Radio Free Burrito, Episode Zero is up and worth listening to. Go forth!

Hm. I realize I've been pretty quiet and/or content free for the better part of 2 weeks. Oops? My redneck Thanksgiving experience was pleasant, but not riveting enough to regale you all with the details. Work has been steady and not overly busy- much of my time has been taken up with scanning images for our catalog, which is grueling. But at least it has snazzy results (oooh, more dead white religious guys!)
On the artistic front, the FINAL (boy howdy do I mean it this time) Serenity shirt screening will be this Sunday. We have a veteran crew in attendance, so all should go well. The other thing that's had me engrossed to an even greater degree is my WinterHoliday$ giftie thing. It's been my habit to do something I can make rather than buy for folk for... well, always. This year's rubber stamp making got off to a shaky start but as of last night, I think I'm ready to go into production mode (not of stamps- that's the tool).
Oh- and the icon that I put up is one I did yesterday when aspiring to my red letter of P for Procrastinate, inspired by Serenity Sock Puppet Theater, which is very much in the same vein of the [foo movie] in 15 minutes style. High-larious!

Another cat herding adventure

Oh, yes. I didn't mention this before but after writing to my aunt on the topic and particularly saying the following: "Like so many projects of this nature, it's akin to herding cats. I dislike that past-time a great deal and yet I always find myself with the catherd's crook and a field full of truculant tabbies."

Now, the context: this past Monday would have been my maternal grandmother's birthday. She's been dead for 8 years now. She was the first of my grandparents to die and the one I felt closest to of the four. As is the nature of things, my memories of her have become rather unfocused. I thought it would be a thoughtful tribute to her if her friends and family wrote up some of their memories about her and illustrate the final product with images and art (mostly done by my mom) of said matriarch. Mom and the younger of the aunts were very enthusiastic. My dad agreed to polish the final product after I edit. The remainder of the family I wrote to: dead fucking silence. I will keep in mind that what I sent was not only emotionally charged, but requires them to do something. Also, these are not geeks; email response for them would never be what it is with my friends. Perhaps they also thought it a good idea and are working on their own writings that will trickle in eventually. In the meantime, I'm left playing Ben Stein's role: "Bueller? Bueller?" My current take on it is that I can't make people do this. If it happens, great. If not, I will be disappointed in them, but I won't waste too much time over being upset.