Just as soon as my goshdarn camera decides to come back to life.
I never realized how much I depended on it until it. . .suddenly died of its own accord.
Camera suicide?
Is that possible?
The high-pitched Russian wimmenz speaking to me through an old CD seem to think so. But that's just because when they're speaking Russian, they can be saying whatever I want them to say. Zey er my puppets. Puhuhahaha.
(There's a sense of relief knowing no one's reading this, or is likely to ever do so.)
But yes, as soon as Camera-y either regains consciousness or is replaced by a better camera (there's a sad thought) there will be drawings of many things posted.
Things such as blue birthday presents that have gone unclaimed.
Saul misses Tranquil. ;______;
But that's a rant for another time.
Anywho.
Also a half-assed pseudo-realistic drawing of a pooka-man with messy hair that would most certainly not be socially acceptable for his time, but who gives a mouse's hind-quarters?
Also wik a drawing of one of my very own Russian fellows as a wiggly squid-man singing "Ra, Ra, Rasputin" because I know how all Russians love that song.
Haharight.
I don't feel like being finished rambling yet. . .
Must think of more things to ramble about. . .
-dies in the process-