And not in the dog poo sense either. The husband and I are chatting on-line and I made that remark about my drawings, and he found it to be clever. Maybe that&#039s what I&#039ll start referring to my comics as: &#034Messes on paper.&#034 Of course, once they&#039re in the computer, they&#039re &#034messes on the screen&#034 but that&#039s beside the point. I&#039ve been doodling off and on all day while archiving yet another web comic, and I really do think that most of what I draw is just messy goop which is (and should be) uninteresting to most. Who lets me get away with this stuff? I think that after I&#039m done with my thesis, I might audit an art drawing class or something. I&#039m sick of knowing only two things about my art: 1) I don&#039t practice enough and 2) I suck. Maybe I should stick to poetry and fiction.

Hmm, though I wonder what a comic strip using pics of my Lego people would be like… Hehe. I&#039m massively on the Lego addiction track right now. I spent two and a half hours today on their site looking at what models are available today as well as models made by kids ranging from 4 to 31. Mostly goofy stuff, but hell, someone probably likes it. I think I&#039ll play with my Lego sets some more tonight after I clean Squeak&#039s tank and do some exercises. I have to get in better shape before I can even begin hoping to start jogging any time in the near future. And I also need to remember to close the blind in my office over the weekend. Cthulu&#039s twice as furry with algae now. I need to get him a pet pleco or something. What an interesting symbionic (sp!) relationship that would be! Cthulu doesn&#039t move fast enough to freak out the pleco, and the pleco could take care of Cthulu&#039s back hair for him! How cute!

At any rate, the caffeine I just had is making my bladder want to cry, so I better get to the bathroom. Then it&#039s back to not doing any work for the rest of the afternoon.