I don’t think every story is improved by being told as a comic, but I think this one really does. The art and text work together beautifully. It’s slightly ironic, because it’s the story of a blind man and his son. This is one of those comics that even non-comic-readers could get behind. Check it out!
Some days feel like three or six days wrapped into one. There were some laughs had. Wanted more sun than I got. It’s all good though. We’ll get plenty of sun soon enough.
Sometimes you just don’t feel like posting anything.
Another day at the old salt mines working in the wizard tower. A certain someone hasn’t napped in years, but there you go. Sometimes you get tired. Knowing when to set aside all the digital delights to focus on, I don’t know, napping.
Some days don’t go according to plan. Like this one. Wheels, spinning wheels. Tears. It’s a good problem to have, having too many books to read. But it doesn’t always feel like a good problem.
There was some sun today, whee! Typing words, not really the best way for human beings to communicate. Meditation on a mustache. Riding around in style. More typing, so much typing.
Spears are just sticks with knives stuck on the end. They seem to be a lot more fun to twirl though. A short bus ride to delight. Sometimes you’re in the captain’s chair and those VR buttons are just a little hard to reach.
Desert peacocks. Also, 79 cent palm trees as tall as the sky. CDs for everyone. I woke up way too early that one time and then napped all day. Some quiet time best filled with reading.
There’s nothing else I want to link to today.
I saw Hamilton last night! It’s the best. Funny hair all day, accidentally. Good cosmic news. Less car yelling than some other times. Sometimes it’s tough getting those books back to the library on time.
The sun came out and everyone’s blinking, including the cherry blossoms. Tonight: Hamilton! Last night: poetical ruminations on moon conspiracies and Grendel’s ma.