Realizing that I had suddenly set myself up to be responsible for posting a random scribbling, faintly resembling something robot-like EVERY SINGLE DAY, I immediately panicked. Why didn't I call the blog "Botaweek" Instead?
Thus began a rather reliable practice of posting just about anything I had at hand and damn the critics.
As it turns out, in the world of blogging, critics can be preferable to crickets.
The Flying Eye series represents the absolute best of what I had lying about at the time. Truly phenomenal stuff, just LYING THERE waiting for someone to scan it and post it.
I'm still waiting for that call from the Guggenheim.