OK.... I actually plan on posting more now that we're all moved in and life has slowed a bit. I definitely wanted to share something my mother brought to me the other day. As a young lad, I would retreat to my room and draw sometimes. I also used to beat myself in the head with large sticks, so I'm quite surprised that I took this kind of alone time to entertain myself quietly.... but it's the truth, and I remember it. Enclosed in this brief blog, is a picture I drew once. I'd like to say I was like 3 when I drew it, but the reality of it is: I was probably like 13. There are two drawings, in the case you can't see one as well as the other.
As you can see, I placed high value on verbal interpretations of noises and large explosions. I was also into civil wars, random volcanos, planes flying into those random volcanos, and Americans speaking German. I'd also like to point out that it is quite possible that my understanding of drawing "to scale" could have been a bit tainted. Last but not least, I think it actually is more likely that this helicopter was peeing on the guy below than for the guy below to be shooting darts straight up in the air with his walkie talkie.
If you'd like some ideas for your own imagination, please call 1 800 SHUUT UP before making fun.
