Oh Internets, you know me so well! It's Day Four of this thing, and I still haven't figured out how to plan ahead and get a topic lined up for the day's post. Not that this is an unusual behaviour for me; homework assignements, projects, and papers were always being saved put off until the last minute. It's not so much that I crave the thrill and excitement of shaving it down to the wire, oh no! It's just that nothing focuses the mind quite so wonderfully as imminent death.
A friend of mine told me that if I fail this 30 Day Challenge, I have to film myself watching 2 Girls 1 Cup. And that. Ain't. Happening.
Death of Decency and Good Taste is Death all the same, so it was with a little bit of elation that I ran across something that caused ideas to gel, and my Muse to visit me from whatever part of my mind she usually resides.
Oddly enough, it was a comic about a writer's muse, from the excellent (and strongly NSFW) webcomic Oglaf. Seriously, DO NOT click any of these links if vaginas, naked breasts, or Ents with very literal morning wood offend you (or would get you fired).
Truly, anyone who with a creative bent knows how horribly demanding a muse can be. (Un)Fortunately mine's ADD is just as strong as my own, so she gets bored quickly and leaves. Which is only one-third of the excuse for the brevity of this post. The other two-thirds are that it is bloody difficult to type one-handed with an 18 lb. cat purring on your chest, and the fact that I really didn't put much more thought into this at all.
