FOUR DRAWING GROUPERS AND A JUDGE EXAMINE THE WORK OF A FIFTH

This one's for you poor souls who read this blog but shun Facebook. If it makes you feel any better, this is the best of the lot, so you're not missing much. Well, you will have missed the news that Artmark gallantly blamed his date for his drenching a fellow attendee in red wine. But I think it's best that you didn't know about that. This was the annual Virginia Artists' cage match at the Charles Taylor center on the Peninsula, a region of strange little centerless cities, much like all of Southside except for Norfolk and Portsmouth, and don't get me started on how Hampton Roads has stupidly hobbled itself into being a powerless backwater. Where was I? Where are those damn oxycontins? Oh yes, so Norfolk Drawing Group was well represented, with at least a dozen of us smugly looking down on the work. No, the quality was pretty good actually, better than I expected. Oh Jesus. That fatuous virtually-bewigged stuffed shirt Clay Jenkinson just said "It's not conducive to good character to play sports with balls." Sigh. It's because I'm too lazy to turn off NPR when I should that I subject myself to such infelicitous conflagrations of normally benign words. Now look. I started this blog entry with the best of intentions and I've run it into the ditch yet again. My apologies.