Orlando

He asked where I loved living most of all.
"I liked living in Orlando," I replied.
"Then that's where we'll go next," he promised.

Shortly thereafter, a friend posted a website linking this picture:



If I'm not mistaken, that's the corner of Orange Avenue and Central Boulevard.

The picture would be a few years old, before they closed the nightclub on the corner and rebuilt the Bohemia that was "Wall Street Plaza" as a strip of college bars, but I could never forget that sidewalk. I must have walked a collective 500 miles on it.

Suddenly, I remembered the rest of Orlando. It's South Beach Screaming Queen with an overabundance of refugees from New York and New Jersey (where effeminate behavior is treated like a mental disease). Once freed from the shackles of social oppression, those aforementioned refugees burst out like repressed schoolgirls let loose in a brothel and make up for a lifetime in gray, black and navy by dressing like Tony Soprano as a Las Vegas showgirl.

People watching was my very favorite hobby. :D

Wanted: Wacom Pen

Awesome software: Check
Awesome material: Check
Awesome equipment: ...?

My Wacom Bamboo tablet pen has run away with the cat.


Why aren't these tablets compatible with any old stylus?!



I'm so tired of drawing comics with a mouse!

Alarm Clock

It's 6:00am. It's Monday.
Xerxes decided that Christabella was enjoying that helium balloon far too much for his liking and therefore, it had to be destroyed.



I would flush the berzerker down the toilet if the outcome wasn't so hilarious. Somehow he managed to inhale the contents of the balloon.