Just the Odds

Compulsive Doodler

One of these days I’ll draw this minotaur image correctly. I placed the maze too far to the right, so I did a crude digital adjustment. 

In an art slump, so here’s a book I just finished that was amazing and beautifully written.

In an art slump, so here’s a book I just finished that was amazing and beautifully written.

My daughter as Fionna. We’re off to a con.

My daughter as Fionna. We’re off to a con.

Sketchies

Pris Stratton N6FAB21416
I just finished reading Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep? again. If you’ve never read it, stop what you’re doing and read it. Go. Now. 

Pris Stratton N6FAB21416

I just finished reading Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep? again. If you’ve never read it, stop what you’re doing and read it. Go. Now. 

Lucille | Great Bike Giveaway

Lucy has Rett Syndrome and because of this she cannot walk, talk, or use her hands. Therefore, she cannot exercise in many traditional ways. She uses a walker to practice learning to walk, and a stander for weight bearing to increase her bone density. An adaptive bike would be an especially amazing form of exercise that her body desperately needs. In addition to the physical benefits, she could also join other kids in a typical activity. This would be so emotionally beneficial to her in that she would be enjoying the same activity that other kids do while being out in the fresh air and sunshine, enjoying life like any other kid. That would be a huge deal for her. She has used her communication device to express her desire to ride a bike many times and I think this adaptive bicycle would be an important and wonderful addition to our continuous efforts at improving Lucy’s quality of life.

I’m friends with Lucy’s father. It would be great if you can take a second and help her out.
Repopulation
In the gray radioactive dawn, Smith launched the last song bird into the sky. He could hear its chirping in his ear piece growing softer and softer. In a few seconds, he was left in the unbroken silence of Earth.

Repopulation

In the gray radioactive dawn, Smith launched the last song bird into the sky. He could hear its chirping in his ear piece growing softer and softer. In a few seconds, he was left in the unbroken silence of Earth.

Pennsylvania is still in winter’s icy grip o’ doom. I miss hiking and listening to the leaves whisper as they turn in the wind.

Pennsylvania is still in winter’s icy grip o’ doom. I miss hiking and listening to the leaves whisper as they turn in the wind.

Lost in space for millennia, he finally learned to create his own universe.

Lost in space for millennia, he finally learned to create his own universe.

Night is purer than day; it is better for thinking and loving and dreaming. At night everything is more intense, more true. The echo of words that have been spoken during the day takes on a new and deeper meaning.

—Elie Wiesel (via purplebuddhaproject)