I am actually blogging! Yay! Even though this is a silly post. But I’ve been wanting to share this, and now I have an excuse. I’ve been so busy that I didn’t have a chance to draw much. But firstly, I did do an illustration of what I looked like this long, crazy week:
“Oh hai! I’m Nick the Headless Chicken!”
“Nearly Headless Nick? What?”
“No, Headless Nick, the Chicken…”
Story of my life. Week. Whatever.
A Story I Wrote in the Tub
Thomas Bergersen and I stood staring at the transparent stalker that had taken residence in the corner of my bedroom.
“Curse your intolerable good looks,” I said angrily.
It replied with, “Shut up and kiss me, fool!”
Upon hearing this, I was so brave, that I took up my collection of Broadway programs, and stroked the intruder’s face with the object(s) clasped in my hand. Pink and white rose petals issued forth from its fingers as a result of my action.
Wounded, but not mortally, it opened it’s mouth and said, “I know you did not mean to harm me, so I forgive you. Here is the Dark Gift as a token of my true feelings for you. It is a symbol of the deepest kinds of regret.”
“Thank you,” I said. “I will treasure it until I find something better.”
And then the world exploded.
The Creature Who Stole My Heart.
Now I’m off to catch some lost sleep! Sleep! Come here…