Today was an interesting day. I didn't get a lot of posting done because fiberoptics are amazing, but I did drink some fantastic red wine and watched about three hours worth of cartoons, including Archer and Adventure Time (the latter being SO AMAZING it's hard for me to even believe it exists).

I also got to talk to a good friend of mine from way back, and he gave me some insight on villains. I'm feeling really pumped about Julian. He's going to be such a stunner.

I made a vow for some reason to put a drawing or picture in every bloh post, so here's something. I was attempting to draw an Eythaefal, but ended up giving up and just drawing an eye with giant lashes. Perhaps there will be something better tomorrow.

In closing, I'm quite enchanted by this song.

Edit: Decided I should put something more substantial in here. What's a blog if it doesn't make me seem unnecessarily human and ruin my mystique?

I'm not really sure what to write about. Despite the wine, I'm not drunk (just a few drinks into tipsy at most). I've got a day off tomorrow so I can pretend to do productive things. Really ought to get to my taxes. Shower, clean, complain, watch more Grey's Anatomy probably. This paragraph is entirely boring.

I've been thinking about putting together a scrapbook. A rant-worthy blog is one thing. In all honesty, I shouldn't keep one. It's really my intent to appear as inhuman and unrelatable as possible so people don't think of me as a real person. Social online cultures are really much easier to handle at arm's length. The number of close friends I keep is a low one, and I prefer it that...

This is the picture I snapped of a daffodil growing in my yard. My yard doesn't have grass, for whatever reason. It has woodchips, meshed not-so-gracefully with a network of ivy that chokes off all other plantlife except for the handful of trees in my 15'x15' yard. But for some reason, this one impudent daffodil decided to grow by my walk, all by itself, as if it were standing for something. Who do you think you are, daffodil? Do you think you can change the world? Do you think somebody will see you and think, "My, what a lovely shade of yellow! Perhaps I'll go feed the homeless!" You're fooling yourself, daffodil. You can pretend you're a special little flower growing in a virtual wasteland. You can pretend it all you like until you're blue in the petals, but once you're gone, no one will remember the point you tried to make. Come on, you're embarrassing yourself.

Today has felt very dreary. Perhaps it's just bad timing. Could be that Blake is sort of blaming me for having to use my car to get anywhere. It may be this stifling insecurity that seems to wrap its chokehold around every moment I'm interacting with someone else. Maybe work was too long. Maybe I didn't get enough sleep.

I should really focus on writing. Julian is really showing his potential as I write him more. It's really begun to impress me how he's taken on a personality that's actually different from his father's, but with very similar elements. I'm very proud of him.

It's now time to watch Star Trek Voyager. What hilarious thing will you cook up today, Neelix?