Shannon Larratt is Zentastic

Well, I'm outta here! I may be able to log on in the hospital but there's a good chance that I won't be able to, and I won't have my phone with me either (and I'm a cheap bastard that stays in a group ward with no phone — although really, I prefer the company to a private room anyway). With luck and forceful “let me go” demands I'll be released on Thursday, but it could be as late as Saturday even in a best case scenario. I'll try and take pictures of the surgery if they allow me to stay conscious (I really want to watch, and experiencing getting my bones cut apart should be “interesting”).

Anyway, here's the ad I'm running in Orbax's latest… I'm going to go get my sketchbook and a few markers, a bathrobe and a toothbrush, pull a few books to read, and keep my fingers crossed that while I'm gone the belt for my woodcarver comes, and the hot water gets turned back on…

Oh, and if something terrible happens (which is EXTREMELY UNLIKELY), all rights to any BME properties that I own obviously go to Rachel who I trust to continue running them properly and with respect to the community that created BME, my library of books go to my friend Saira, and I would appreciate it if my paintings are split among my friends as they see fit. The rest of my stuff is not particularly interesting. My ashes should be spread between the farm I grew up on and in Lake Ontario.