June 2013
I apologize if this blog falls rather comatose through the summer months. I’m presently working on the end portions of Volume 2 and a related, sizable project I’ll talk more about later. Here’s some more filler material and ask-box responses for the interim, though.
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More text and stupid pictures after the break.
When You Were Young | The Killers | Sam’s Town
“You sit there in your heartache
Waiting on some beautiful boy to
To save your from your old ways
You play forgiveness
Watch it now, here he comes…”
I refuse to die until I see either sentient robots, first contact, virtual reality or all three
I will keep myself alive via pure spite and vitriol until I’m 300 years old
Imagine a tiny version of your favorite character riding in your pocket and on your shoulder and making comments to you as you go about your day
This might not go so well.
