I fucking hate James Tissot’s paintings because in ALL OF THEM there is ALWAYS someone staring right at you, but it’s not always immediately visible. You just feel watched by this mf. Sometimes the little shit is right there at the centre, but others the bastard is just gazing from the distance, it is CREEPY, my guys
Redraw of a redraw of That Screenshot, yes. I can’t believe it’s been three years. I got better at stuff generally! And yes, I did miss drawing these two. <3
TOM EVERETT SCOTT: I’m not really a drummer.
STEVE ZAHN: Tom just picked it up, and that’s insane. You can’t fake a drum solo. You can’t fake it. (…) That’s incredible. I could not believe that then, and to this day I am baffled. I mean, that’s a deal breaker, man! That’s hard to do!
TOM EVERETT SCOTT: I honestly don’t play. In my audition, in my special skills it said that I played trumpet, which was true! Tom Hanks was like, “So, you have rhythm! You have some sense of rhythm! Great!”
Wife cut her hair a little shorter yesterday. Today she said that using the clippers is slightly addictive. “You’re going to run out of hair!” I pointed out. She grinned malevolently and said “But I could cut your hair!” So now I’m slightly worried she will shave my head while I’m sleeping.
On woodpeckers, Downy/Hairy and Nuttall’s should be fairly distinguishable as long as you get a decent look at the back, since (as I realize you know) the Nuttall’s has the horizontally striped “ladder-backed” look, while Downy/Hairy has a broad white stripe down the back. They’re also distinguishable by voice.
I talked more about this (so much more) in the on-line meeting of our local bird club a few weeks ago:
Today at 4 p.m. Pacific we’re having our next meeting. It’s on swallows and swifts! I’m really looking forward to it. Esteemed mutuals are especially encouraged to consider participating via Zoom or watching the YouTube livestream. (@echojar watched the woodpeckers one, but I was too distracted to notice them in the livestream comments until afterwards, for which I’m kicking myself.)
