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argh. I signed up for a drawing class, because I need practice and some feedback and because one of my most impressive peeps is also signed up. The teacher is slow and pompous and opinionated. We spent all class today looking over his should while he talked about how to draw from a photo. ?? why didn't he set us up with it and make us try it? or give us eggs, or flower pots or soemthing with relatively simple shapes and make us practice? I was bored to bits and grumpy. I did draw his picture in my sketchbook, instead of taking notes, and then started thinking about how many different nine-patches there are in the universe. Using two colors, I think there might be 81, but it might also be more. I doodled a ton of little square blocks with sections colored in, but I couldn't figure out how to organize it, and I couldn't remember any permutations and combinations rules.  

He can totally draw. With any luck he can also teach.

No Kaboose, because the class happens too early to get up to the barn and down to it, and too late to get to the barn afterwards and still retrieve kids.  

Twenty five is square. I like squares. 
Gold paint does not cover enough that I can use it by itself, it has to have a little bit of gold thread to pop.