I’ve been learning to draw with a tablet now my scanner’s completely cacked it. I’m not packing my day job in quite yet.
It was tempting to use MS Comic Sans just to excite Ian’s irrational hatreds, but I swear I’m not certain how much he’d take these days before neighbourhood pets start going missing.
I’m not sure what to make of Mr. Spector’s trial. It seems pretty open-and-shut guilty, but then my information is passed through the diseased kidney that is the mass media. I suppose I’m just quite glad that since I’ve not had much exposure to his work I honestly don’t care all that much. All I’m prepared to express is that if I was on trial for murder, I’d possibly put a little more effort into looking less like Mr. Burns’ evil, eccentric twin.