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I wanted to do t-shirt designs yesterday (in the same balloon fashion, only, you know, more seriously), but I ended up doing my regular cutesy stuff XD Anyway, I liked it, so.

( Girls should be careful when bying balloons, the rate of flown-away children is distressingly high nowadays, especially with that increase in daydreaming. )

Markers on Bond paper, 20x40 cmts (8x16 inches).
Crappy photo because it didn't fit in my scanner. Inspired by the endless (hee, pun intended) hours I've spent reading Sandman and loving Delirium.

Oh, my baby blue marker, how I weep for it. It actually bailed on me last night, that's why the left side looks all weird. It's my own fault, though, because I know I shouldn't use markers for such big zones if I'm not going to be using solvent, and I can't use solvents on Bond paper, it's far too cotton-y.

Find your 42nd entry ever. Yes, this may require some counting and basic math. Deal with it. Link to that entry in a new entry. This is the meaning of your life.

My 42nd entry?

Got this from photogene, and the idea was too cool to let it pass.

If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now (even if we don't speak often), please post a comment with a COMPLETELY MADE UP AND FICTIONAL memory of you and me. It can be anything you want -- good or bad -- BUT IT HAS TO BE FAKE.

When you're finished, post this little paragraph on your blog and be surprised (or mortified) about what people DON'T ACTUALLY remember about you!

So go, share our forgotten memories!


So. The meaning of my life is A MEME. Figures. It is a pretty good meme, though, so I'd say that the meaning of my life is lying, which is, you know, kinda accurate, seeing that I'm a poor writer, and stuff. ANYWAY, IF YOU WANNA DO THE MEME (THE LYING ONE, BUT THE 43 STUFF IS COOL TOO), YOU'RE COMPLETELY WELCOME.