I design. I doodle. I do both a lot. Can't help it. I draw a comic strip about movies (it's sort of on hiatus right this second, though). Having ink stains on my fingers and a crick in my back (simultaneously) makes me feel like I've accomplished something, but the characters have really started to take on lives of their own. Hell, they won't even rub my back anymore. That's gratitude, huh?
Sometimes I think about tossing it all away and taking up marine biology. Really. Those manatees are crap at protecting themselves.
I'm ridiculously open-minded. Except maybe about un-open-minded people. I totally hate those guys.
