I also find myself a little poor..er. The internet has reached out to me with its grubby fingers and tricked me into subscribing to Netflix. I feel as though spending any more time exploring these so-called Series of Tubes may cause permanent damage to my wallet, as well as my innocence. I mean, $4.99 a minute(or should I say, per browser?) doesn't look quite so bad when the only thing I have to look forward to in my immediate future is walking in the bitter cold for 30 minutes so I can work for 480. Okay, no, not really. Because $5 is way too much to pay for any sort of pornography - I know because The West Wing told me so.
On a completely unrelated note, I think it should be said that I am a needy, high-maintenance little turd of a chronic worrier. Don't ever date me. The next year is going to be long and dreadful, but I will fight. Because thanks to Pat Benatar, I am prepared for...well, fighting.
And since this is an "art blog" and I feel obligated to post something of the sort, I have dug up what I think is an appropriate picture I drew back in '05.So, thank you, P. Benatar. You have given birth to one of my favorite one-liner-song-titles ever. These are words to live by, people.
Next up: Hell is for Children. Illustrated with or without the Corinthian, I've yet to decide.