Weird Things

Many years ago, my pal Sam and I saw this kid. He walked around with a backpack and listened to his iPod. He walked past Sam's house, he walked past my house, and once my mom asked me "who is that kid with the backpack and iPod?" Well, we called him the Nomad since he was always walking around. Turned out he was Sam's neighbor, and we secretly figured out his name and such.

WELL remember that guy BRANDON who left me a mysterious COMMENT on my bloggle? Yeah, it's him.


THE WEIRD THING:

I distinctly remember a dream in which I dreamt about this boy bloggling, and boy does he bloggle. Seems a bit mangle-jangled himself.

How do people find my bloggle? And why so strangely? Anyway, HEY KID, mostly the reason I started bloggling in here again was because of that slightly encouraging comment. I am but a speck of Internet.

Well it's 3:21 in the AM and I'm in lunatic mode. Co-Capcom Goldflakes told me to go to sleep because my computer clicks very loudly. But then, "I just made the connection" happened.

So here's the physical weirdness I produced tonight, thanks to the brain of the Boyfriend, who told me to make a "pretty killer".
 

They'd kick me out of kindergarten for drawing this.

Good thing I'm in college now.

And finally, Grand Cat Odalisque.


That's my only son.