Rylan and a galaxy

Today I went on an adventure and brought the reflector outside! That's right- outside. Out in the natural light and the grass and the wind. The wind decided it would like to knock the reflector and Rylan over. We had a few words. And by we, I mean I, having a one-sided conversation with natural forces. Mostly I said things like "Jesus Christ, man. You need to stop!" This was a rather ineffective way to communicate with the wind, because:

• the wind is not a sentient being that can respond to vocal commands
• the wind is not a man
• the wind is impartial to things like jesus christ

Rylan rolled her eyes at me as I tried to commune with the wind, and was subsequently blown over. Perhaps if she has tried to speak to the wind as well, we wouldn't have had these difficulties.

Recent attempts at art

We already know that i'm not a fantastic artist, but the important thing is that I try. Im having those feelings similar to those in my watching post from a little bit ago, and would rather not show you because I feel like it's not good enough. But if I keep everything to myself, I get too deep into my little cave over here and start to become a sad little hermit. Have I already told you the story about hermit swag? 

I had gotten some Tombow blendable markers for Christmas, and this is the result. I do not find them to be as blendable as I would like. The fox is similar to the one on my favorite stationary.

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The most relateable thing Donald has ever said was "If this place weren't so heteronormative, I wouldn't be having this problem!"