It’s like you all assume I have some important topic to discuss, or something.
Well, in fact, I do. The following, for example.
I am insulted that the spellcheck in firefox wants me to change the word to “bookie”. WHAT, firefox, WHAT. You would desecrate my mother’s commission?
Yes. That’s right. That was my mother’s idea. For those of you who chuckle because you know, I grin as well. For the rest of the internet, eh. A long time ago, in a kitchen downstairs and to the left, she said unto me, “You know, Sarah, you’ve spoken of this ‘fanart’ phenomenon, and all I have to say is that the best fanart ever would feature Legolas proudly assuming his rightful role as the mother of a baby Wookie.” And I said, “Ah, mother, we shall see.”
Of course, such a thing as the ‘best fanart ever’ is quite a subjective and otherwise speculatory field of investigation. Mmm, yes, yes. What is the best fanart ever? Dare I even venture my own opinion? NOT TODAY, it seems.
You know, the first thing I ever drew was a picture of Littlefoot and his dying mother, age two. I don’t have the drawing anywhere on hand, but I think it looked something like this:
… Okay, I’m going to go sob into my pillow nao. bye
