Edit: In a fit of irony, Blogger puked again as I was attempting to post the entry below. Through some finagaling (and using *two* browsers) the entry mysteriously appeared (but only in the edit section, not in the publically accessible part you're reading now). Wierd...

You know, I rather like Blogger. It's pretty easy to use. It seems to be "freer" than LiveJournal (the other big popular blog). Not to rag on LJ, I have some good friends on there. I'm just saying, LJ, at least up until recently, seemed to be an elitest kind of site. You had to know someone who has an account in order to get your own. Now it's open game. But still, Blogger is easy to use.

Viva La Blogger!

It never ceases to amaze me. I can talk up a storm, but sit down and write, even like this, which is just a 'say what I'm feeling' thing, or I'll have inspiration up the wazoo, but when I draw, I tend to ditch page after page of scratch (ie the attempts to actually visualize my inspiration in a semi tangible manner). So what gives. Is it performance anxiety? Do I need "Creators Viagra"? Some sort of chemical stimulation for the creation centers in my brain to get that much needed cranial erection? And more importantly, does it come in a "patch" form?

Here's my latest picture, "Two Snow Men fighting in a Snow Storm":





























Lovely, isn't it? The subtle dynamics of the first snowman as he fights relentlessly to get his corn cob pipe back from the second snowm... aw, who the heck am I kidding? I just hit "enter" a few times and fudged it. Still, I've been running this (or the "me naked in a snowstorm") gag for years. I even once actually drew myself naked in a snowstorm. It's okay, I covered up the naughty bits. Besides, I didn't want to be accused of unnecessary exaggeration ;]

If I'm feeling daring tonight, I might see how much sour apple big league chew I can fit in my face, whilst frying my brain to the emotional high that is "Badger"...

Remember folks, friends don't let friends Badger and blog...