Duck!
A long, long time ago, the good Kismet requested a picture of the boys, a cat, and a duck. Today, I finally went, bought a pencil to replace the one Tir's hidden from me, and drew it. I'm rusty, evidently.
I also had to spend some time getting WSFTP set up, as well as the scanner.
So that people who don't care about the wacky ninja and Viking illustrations, I shall share yet another wacky dream.
I was having to go to some length to avoid being caught in the crossfire between a dwarf and Randy K. Milholland of Something Positive fame. Apparently, the good Mr Milholland had recently published the second print volume of his comic and the dwarf was persisting in saying that he greatly preferred this collection to the first collection, even though Mr Milholland took a great deal of issue with the second collection and was far less likely to become incensed if you expressed a fondness for the first, which this dwarf refused to do. He was running around a Starbucks/library and kept coming a bit too close to me for comfort. There was also a boy explaining to one of my classmates, a lovely older woman from the territories, that he'd played Oberon receiving Shock Treatment in a recent episode of some tv series. This was, obviously, at an end of first year party of some sort. Nothing could be clearer.
The cat is eating the lamp,
Almighty Ingrid, Signing Off
I also had to spend some time getting WSFTP set up, as well as the scanner.
So that people who don't care about the wacky ninja and Viking illustrations, I shall share yet another wacky dream.
I was having to go to some length to avoid being caught in the crossfire between a dwarf and Randy K. Milholland of Something Positive fame. Apparently, the good Mr Milholland had recently published the second print volume of his comic and the dwarf was persisting in saying that he greatly preferred this collection to the first collection, even though Mr Milholland took a great deal of issue with the second collection and was far less likely to become incensed if you expressed a fondness for the first, which this dwarf refused to do. He was running around a Starbucks/library and kept coming a bit too close to me for comfort. There was also a boy explaining to one of my classmates, a lovely older woman from the territories, that he'd played Oberon receiving Shock Treatment in a recent episode of some tv series. This was, obviously, at an end of first year party of some sort. Nothing could be clearer.
The cat is eating the lamp,
Almighty Ingrid, Signing Off