Hand Drawn Letters

I may have mentioned once or twice that I don’t have a degree in fine arts. If you saw me, you might be able to guess that just by looking. Then again, you might not. Even if you guessed such things about people just by looking, you might be wrong about me. What are my degrees in? Hah! That’s to remain forever completely secret unless say, you ask. Then, depending on how you ask, I’ll either answer or not answer. I probably won’t make up a pack of black lies about my training. I suppose I might if I thought it would be humourous. I can’t see the humour value in that kind of lie. Now, having provided pretty much no information at all but having written a whole paragraph, I think it is time for me to draw some lovely pictures. Because of the book that I’m reading right now, I feel like drawing pictures of vowels. Please find them shown below.

Coffee and Headaches

I like coffee. I don’t like headaches.

My Crappy Camera

I have a crappy camera. I can’t complain. I didn’t pay for it and whoever did didn’t spend much money. Sometimes I take pictures with it anyway. Quite recently, I took a picture of the moon. That picture is shown below.

Nasal Pleasures

Yesterday. I thought I’d write a love post about MIL yesterday. I thought up this plan on Thursday. I knew I’d have some time on Friday night to write something. I was on the computer. I thought I might write it then and post it in the morning. I didn’t. My nose exploded with goo so I didn’t feel like writing anything. I had a lovely chat with another internet friend instead. I thought that was OK. I’d devote some attention to MIL in the morning but I woke up and my nose was still filled with goo. New goo. I’d emptied my nose several times but it kept refilling itself. I didn’t write anything yesterday. I read a comic book. I folded laundry. I didn’t go on the net. But I did think about MIL.

Favourite Doll

I’m busy today. I checked my email and found a lovely letter from my internet love. I checked her blog too. I wasn’t planning on doing anything else online today but her most recent post inspired me to take a picture and post it.

Orange Letters

One can write in a colour other than blue if one has a pen that isn’t blue. I happen to have a black pen. I like my black pen. I use it to write when I write in pen. I use my mechanical pencil way more than my pen though. It has the advantage that it is easily erasable.

On Being Too Nice

I found this little bit of text. I thought it interesting enough to

Mandatory?

Count up all of the people who have ever lived. I think you get about 12 billion. From my standpoint, the number you get depends on two things: how many people have ever lived and how good you are at counting. I figure that about 12 billion people have been or are still alive and that you’re reasonably good at counting.