It was a day a little bit like today
the way the clouds threw shadows over the hill
the day you realized that you weren’t going to find your future.
You were never going to go to Mars
You were never going to open the door that led, inexorably, to Narnia
(or even Telmar, you weren’t picky, and you were confident of your ability
to lead the revolution.)
Inigo Montoya was not going to slap you on the back
and invite you to take up the mantle of the Dread Pirate Roberts.
There would be no sardonic Vulcans or Andorians;
you would never be handed an elegant weapon for a more civilized age.
That was a strange day.
So... I mostly just made this entry so that DA knows that I'm an adult and can look at mature media (usually, this means nudes on the level of Michaelangelo's David - not necessarily anything particularly risque).
I doodle. I write.
I doodle on paper, and don't really have access to the scanner I have, although it probably still works. I fiddled about with a Wacom tablet for a bit, but it doesn't run on my current system.
I write on other sites - livejournal and ficlets mostly. Bloggy stuff, or very short-short fiction. Oh, and in paper journals.
So what I'm saying is, this is mostly a viewing account. I might, someday, post here - but th