I got so much stuff done this month. I did a bunch of freelance editing. I designed some ads for clients. I went through my fonts, and you should know that I have amassed awesome fonts. Don't even talk to me unless you have the Thundercats font, and we'll start from there.
I took this picture of my cat, Bert. I Gordon, who just sneezed cat boogers all over me as I typed that.
|It kind of looks like he has five legs.|
I was being granted the powers of the Canada Goose.
|Ah, the majesty.|
|It was kind of a weird couple days.|
WE HEARD A LOT OF ORGAN.
Then home again, jiggity jig, at which point I decided to
My latest triumph in the face of adversity has been dusting off my bootstraps, or whatever the young people are saying nowadays, after possibly having been rejected by my favorite blog.
That's right. I submitted a portrait to Nic Cage As Everyone, and it has yet to appear. In fact, I have yet to even receive a response to my inspiring email: "This is Nic Cage as a molecule of adamantane."
And yet, my friends, we persevere! We indefatigate! We suffer the honks and arrows of outrageous organs!
Yeah, Bert I. Gordon says it's bedtime.