It's My Birthday

On the occasion of my birthday, here's a drawing:

You only think that it's completely unrelated to birthdays. But it's related to mine because my dad must have been cool before I was born. Maybe he even turned square for me--Thanks dad.

I'm happy...

Because someone said they liked my blog without me having to prod them to read it and then beg them, like some sort of demented blogosphere puppy, for feedback! Talking about you, Will Reid...

Broken Umbrella

I looked at the art on this site: http://www.brokenumbrella.com/, and this weird feeling overcame me. I had to draw a breath. They make something tingly radiate from my solar plexus to my fingers and down to my ankles, I don't know what it is but seriously, there's something catching in my throat, as if I want to cry, though I don't. Maybe there is something too this girl, maybe I'm just hormonal. Either way, here's just two of the pictures I like:

And Another Thing...

In this time of despair and pain, I think we need more of one thing:


Love. Love towards not only towards one another and ourselves.

I don't like quoting John Lennon, but in this case, I think he says it best:

"All you need is love."

The Sound of Your Own Keys

Some people talk becaue they like the sound of their own voice. Others, like me, write because they like the sound of their fingers on computer keys. The clack clack clack of the qwerty keyboard is really very satisfying, as is the smooth feeling of the keys. So I've nothing much to say, but I'm typing to hear that sound. :)