Photo/s of the day.

Maybe I am starting a webcomic, and maybe this is one of the characters. (And maybe it'll be about me and Glen, except I shall be Velociraptor Girl and he will be Snellosaurus).





A trade that expanded into three dragons (so client can pick one, and the other two will be for sale)

[Public] There was that thing, that I once did. Not just a dream, but more than a dream.

When I started getting piano lessons, I had a choice between studying just general piano (scales + songs) or studying as a concert pianist (scales + songs + hand movements + posture + scales + drills + scales + drills). I chose the latter. Even at 18, when I got my piano with the funds from my sold, 22 year old, white Honda Civic (flashbacks rendering it undriveable), I wanted to do it right.

It took me a long time to learn the natural motion of slurs. Staccato I found easier, but slurs were a longer time coming. Oh, I could thread notes together, but the rise and fall of the elbow, the 'just so' and then swing of the wrist, was more complex for me.

One day I got it 'right.'

And ever since then, when I type on the keyboard, especially when I am typing urls or switching between tabs, I find myself 'slurring' the actions together. Pushing my keyboard to sing.

Oh, my piano, I miss you. $500 and I will get you here one day, I promise, my dear Kate.