giant birds

So far as we know, they don't exist. If they did, they would have been picked up on radar by now, or spotted by some wildlife enthusiast. Unless they are invisible, as some die-hard alternate reality lunatics postulate dragons to be... invisibly curled up in forgotten corners of the world or perhaps under our very noses, pining for their forgotten heyday sailing the blazing skies and devouring virgin maidens and fearless knights alike.

Fuck those hippies.

So ten days since last post. That's longer than I've gone before. Slowly I slip back to the old habits, under whose slothful intolerance no endeavor can survive.

I have ordered fifty feet of electroluminescent wire. With this wire, I plan to lace and line myself an Outfit, and hit up the 4th of July festivities in westchester county armed with glow toys and business cards. If that doesn't get birthday party and private lesson bookings, I don't know what will.

Here is Anton Chekhov, not wearing pants.

Ricky did one, so I did one.

Been sitting around doing a lot of nothing. A whole lot. Here is an over-photoshopped scratchboard WoW character sketch. Because WoW is all we've been doing. God dammit.