Mood: Uncertain-about-my-mood mood
[Toot!] Index: 0.2
Communism Bit: Off
I forgot to pick my thinking shoes from Nakulabye, when I last was there, so I can't write stuff. Don't celebrate yet! You think it means I can't write things here. No! Au contraire, it means I'll write things that even sillier than the usual serving. Actually, I'm not writing; you're forgiven.
This I drew while looking at my uplifted left hand, as the right swung the mouse to and fro. By the way, I'm supposed to be drawing some stuff for some of my women. I was to give this to my mother, but I realised it sucked, so I renamed it Beg, Beggar, Beggest, and put it here for you. :o) What's the magic word? X^( Say "Thank you, Uncle 27th Comrade", or I'll take it down! X^( Good. :o) You're welcome. Okay.
Along with my thinking shoes, I left my Dvorak layout keyboard in Nakulabye, so I'm having Hell typing here. :o(
I drew this, also, and then realised it didn't have enough warmth. So, again, I donate it to you. Okay. I called it Serenade Guitar in Uganda's National Colours.
The refusal to use computer aid to make straight lines is deliberate, to try and reproduce my scratchy, uncertain, unfocussed drawing style. :o) But wherever I go, I’ll always miss my Staedler crayons.