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Merry Christmas if you celebrate it, bbs ... and if you don't, I hope it's been a good day regardless. <3 I woke up this morning (late; Midnight Mass and then working on presents into the wee hours) to find a cardboard-tube sword propped against the railing outside my door, with a note taped to it: "EN GUARDE, SCALLIWAG!" So I walked downstairs into a swordfight with my brother first thing (and won, incidentally; I miss fencing).
Yeah, we're in our mid-to-late twenties, but you know. It was a good start to a pretty great day. I also nearly made my father cry with the illustration I'm working on based on his annual holiday poem (although I'm not sure I really capture it; really, I'm biased, but he's good).
There's a kind of bizarrely cartoony plastic Gandalf watching over me, and I meant to spend the afternoon reading Yuletide fic ... but instead was completely sucked in by Asterios Polyp, which is every bit as fucking fantastic as people said when it came out a couple years back. Good god. I can only dream of being as accomplished and well-rounded a cartoonist as Mazzucchelli someday. (From Batman to this! Ugh, talk about a comic that really makes full use of all the things the medium can do, gah. Inspiring and intimidating as fuck.) Maybe I can get a couple stories in before I help out with dinner. Or maybe I'll start sketching compulsively.
Much love.
Yeah, we're in our mid-to-late twenties, but you know. It was a good start to a pretty great day. I also nearly made my father cry with the illustration I'm working on based on his annual holiday poem (although I'm not sure I really capture it; really, I'm biased, but he's good).
There's a kind of bizarrely cartoony plastic Gandalf watching over me, and I meant to spend the afternoon reading Yuletide fic ... but instead was completely sucked in by Asterios Polyp, which is every bit as fucking fantastic as people said when it came out a couple years back. Good god. I can only dream of being as accomplished and well-rounded a cartoonist as Mazzucchelli someday. (From Batman to this! Ugh, talk about a comic that really makes full use of all the things the medium can do, gah. Inspiring and intimidating as fuck.) Maybe I can get a couple stories in before I help out with dinner. Or maybe I'll start sketching compulsively.
Much love.
