Sorry about the site being down last week, just some technical difficulties. Um, not a lot else new here. Spent my last two weeks painting five paintings for my girlfriend’s office (pictures to come) and editing my novel (which is coming along awesomely). Coming up, don’t forget March 9-10 I’ll be at the Tucson festival of Books, oh, and I just found out that Marcy Rockwell‘s gonna be there too. Good times.
Yes indeed. Monday, the 25th, I am 40. Thank goodness I haven’t grown up.
Quick! Distraction. A beautful video of astronauts talking about the awe and inspiration they experience from going into space.
“Splap” is my new favorite sound effect
Also, I love how Dusty doesn’t waste a chance to prove right the eeb covering his mouth
Many happy returns, Christopher. Can’t believe you’re 40, you young puppy. You look 30.
I’m fond of “SPLOICH!” myself. It has a nice squishy tone to it.
There is no way you are 40. No. Way.
(Happy returns, etc!)
Aww, he’s an idiot and they _like_ him. That’s adorable.
Happy 40th birthday!
Happy Day of Womb Exodus!
Happy Birthday! 40’s great — you still have all your faculties, your energy’s high, and you’ve developed a useful sense of self-preservation. Go, dude!
“Go buy yourself something nice.” Like purple velveteen underwear perhaps?
Odds are he follows after them with a lost puppy face on.
We have the same birthday! Hey! I hope you had a good one 🙂
Yes, Happy Birthday (yesterday)! Welcome to the 40-year-old club (got here last summer myself).