Sunday-walking through frosty dark city, black coffee and cigarette in hand, lovin' the hell out of my woolen knee-socks. I like this time of year before the snow falls, it's the snow/ice that is the devil.
Someone is asking/begging/challenging me to write/draw a story for christmas (one of those in 24 installments, counting down through December) and I would like to surprise them by actually doing it, but my mind just goes so blank. All I've got is a few sketchbook pages of neurotic angels and two-legged pine trees. No good.
What's your favourite christmas story? What would you like to see in a story like that?
--- And even though my holiday enthusiasm is limited, I refuse to take the obvious grinch approach: that shit has been done too many times...
Someone is asking/begging/challenging me to write/draw a story for christmas (one of those in 24 installments, counting down through December) and I would like to surprise them by actually doing it, but my mind just goes so blank. All I've got is a few sketchbook pages of neurotic angels and two-legged pine trees. No good.
What's your favourite christmas story? What would you like to see in a story like that?
--- And even though my holiday enthusiasm is limited, I refuse to take the obvious grinch approach: that shit has been done too many times...
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Let the pancreas fondling commence.
Meh.
I've got to go to work. I do not so much care for this whole "wake up at 5am to get ready for work" bit. I miss my graveyard shift where I didn't even need an alarm clock. Curse my being the highest ranking person in my shop!
Toodle-loo!