Even the worst dancers are good if they believe, right? P-probably not. My equivalent of dancing is kind of just, weird vaguely rhythmic movements. But hey, I enjoy myself, and that’s what matters.
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Last week, I was on vacation. Last week also sucked hardcore, for other reasons.
It’s been a whirlwind of a few weeks, folks. Sorry about the sort of truncated comic today: I’ve been slammed with work, and over-exhaustion hit me like a train last night. It was either skip an update, or this, and[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
For all intents and purposes, I’ve gotten pretty decent at doing my daily makeup, especially considering I’m blind as a bat without my glasses on, so I have to have my face three inches away from the mirror while doing[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
It’s the Kit-Kat of Nintendo controllers, ok? It’s even the same size. It’s like, Pavlovian, or something.
As it turns out, I don’t know how to function like a normal human being anymore because my status quo is doing five hundred projects at once and periodically screaming into the floor out of stress.
A bonafide Candlenights miracle. (Here’s the print in question that everyone pressured me to sign the back of: I gave these as gifts to the McElroys at the show! The show in question was amazing and incredible and I miss[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Or, in E•MO•TION measurement, maaaybe about 3. I haven’t done the calculations considering Side B.
Look. I’m not a party person. I’ve never been a party person. I got so wild at that MaxFunCon East party, you guys. Someone stepped on my foot during Bohemian Rhapsody and I didn’t even care. (Probably the last of[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…