I am addicted to Death Note.

Yup. Nothing I can do but keep watching until I run out of episodes. I just love everything about it... the characters, the premise, and Ryuk (who is way too fun to draw).

I guess it's only a matter of time before I start cosplaying and writing L and Light yaoi fanfics.

...on second thought, ewwww...

Should Auld Acquaintance Be Forgot

This weekend was full of seeing friends, and I did ever so enjoy it. It was Parents' (Parent's? Parents? Parents's?) Weekend at Vassar and many a good times were had, seeing old friends, reminiscing, and making new friends. Also there was a nice amount of juggling and monkey stuff, as I rode on the coattails of the the fire-show-stressing Monkeys. I can catch a ball on the back of my neck while juggling five ball! Take that, Victor Kee!

I also saw Sweeney Todd (finally), so it is fresh in my head. If ever I had considered shaving with a straight razor, that time is gone.

And now, for some silly sketchiness:

I greatly desire more sun and more warmth. It was glorious for a while on Saturday. Today was almost okay, but ended up being too cold to comfortably juggle clubs. Let's go sun! Spread your sweet, sweet cancer rays!

Club Jugs!

I juggled clubs today outside, and promptly gathered a following of amazed little children.

And I'm not very good at clubs!

This is hopeful news. Now that the weather outside isn't so frightful, it can be Juggling Time once again. I get such an acute case of cabin fever sitting inside at my job all day, occasionally catching a glimpse of the gorgeous sun outside from the corner of my eye, that something needs to give.

The first step will be mastering 3-ball juggling. Start small. No more of this effing dropping biznass. Biznassty. ...that is not a word.

Children and petting zoos

...and warm days and cakewalks and Vassar friends. All of these things make me smile.

Today is "I Won't Grow Up Day". I got to sit in the audience and cringe at the Barefoot Monkeys's bad patter. I miss them, and miss being a part of them. There's nothing quite like making a fool of yourself in front of a horde of children who all think you are the super-coolest.

I learned how to balance a spinning plate on my chin. Go me!

The sun is returning, and with it my dormant sense of hope and life and love.

Oh, I drew this at work the other day, while I should have been working. The better I get at my job, the less I want to do it. I'm 90% convinced that I will be quitting it by June, working at my camp again this summer for 5 weeks, and then... well, who knows and then what? Maybe the clown school with Jeremy? Maybe the high seas, striving for adventure beyond the horizon. All that we can be sure of is that I will NOT be working at a manufacturing company as an underpaid artist.