Czlling this a tryptich is my clever way of making you take this seriously for a few moments until, after a pause for reflection, you say "tryptich, my ass!", or as my Dad would have said in more genteel times, "my achin' back!" "All you've done," you will continue, "is put together three unrelated doodles. That's not a tryptich, not like the Gesundheit Altarpiece, you faker!" Well, that's one of the perks of calling yourself an artist: by definition, whatever you create must be art. I least that's what it says on my membership certificate.