Doing nothing is causing me to fall behind in setting up these posts. I like to have at least three in the can and ready to go but I’ve let the margin slip to just one less than two posts. That means that if tomorrow I win the lotto and forget to write a post, the string will be broken at No. 37.
I’m ambivalent about it . . . on the one hand, I’d like to finish the project without any breaks or interruptions. On the other hand, the lotto . . . imagine the amount of spam I could buy.
Anyway, because I am behind, I’ll keep this short.
Alright, alright; keep the cheering down or I’ll let loose after the artistic break.
And now, the photo:
I be happy with the color combination. The unartsified version is also nice, but I’ll save that for some other post.
OK, rushing right along, here’s the cartoon . . .
. . . I wrote about changing one’s routine to keep one’s life interesting and fresh . . . that’s not exactly what I meant, but close enough.
Continuing at breakneck speed, the doodle titled Cthulhu’s Benevolent Nephew.
And . . . that’s it
Some of these posts will likely be longer as the mood hits me, but most will be thus; short, uninteresting, bland, and relentless.
You can read about Project 313 HERE.
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