Vagabond-Knight

Ok. So, how does one sum up the past nine years? Shit, has it really been nine years? Seriously? Shit.... Well, no drawing for four years. At least nothing I can remember of any consequence. My job tried to kill me while I completed a very important mission. The job failed to kill me. I think. The years go by. My mission there accomplished I moved from Washington to Arizona and away from a scanner so no uploads. Also I almost bankrupted myself getting here. I looked for work while writing No drawing. I got depressed. I got a job. I wrote less. Drawing on and off. Less depressed. Didn't write. Then my computer committed seppuku for stil

Ya don't check in for a few months and people change stuff on you. Not sure if I like the new design but meh. The part of me that actually cares is in the corner in the fetal postion weeping and muttering about tire inflation of all things. I also don't care about all the shiny new features. The collection button sits in the corner of my screen, unused and unloved like an aging concubine. I do not understand how it is differnt then favoriting, nor do I care. It will continue to gather digital cobwebs and dust for the forseeable future. Anyways, the reason I'm writing now is because I'm sick of looking at a journal entry that referances movie

Just in case anyone was curious. Yes, me and my brother saw HOT FUZZ the other day. It was exactly what I hopped it would be. It was to buddy cop movies what SHAUN OF THE DEAD was to zombie flicks to the letter. It was great and hilarious to boot. Yarp. Also, Andrew (the Harbinger of Chaos) and I finally found a way to see GRINDHOUSE. We'd been trying to clear enough time so that we could see it but until yesterday, no luck. Finally, with both of us getting the same day off, we were able to do it. Funny story though, I couldn't get my car until after six. On Sunday, all the malls close at six. In retrospect I should have probably planned it