*sigh*

I still haven't fixed my icons and I'm still blocked. I'm writing anyway, because some claim it helps. I am having these little flashes where it works and I produce some not to bad stuff--also, large large blocks of meh. I'm hoping I can tune up the big old blocks of cheddar enough to make something worthwhile out of it. I have all day tomorrow to try and work out some of these problems--and to read and play around with some drawing. I owe my beloved Niece an Alphonse Mucha inspired drawing...oy, I'm Aun-tee Thersuck, *sigh*

*Waves nitey-night*.

You know I love you, right?

Ahhh! *sniff* good times. good times...

I'm watching Buffy on the TV-- the prom episode, you know the ep with Tucker, Andrew's big brother?

If my beloved boys were given scripts half this tasty to work with they'd blow any other show out of the water. I drool just thinking of MR doing Joss style dialogue...all that lovely snark, and TW getting to show off his comedic chops as well. That boy, I'm telling you, he can do funny, he can do mean--he just can't do lovesick high school boy very well.

Oz! Oz! I miss you, son!