Saturday, February 20, 2010

Entry 1

This is my first entry on I have decided that I will no longer use for my blogging, but I will leave those accounts open so that if you want to look at my old ramblings, you can.

Here is the link.

Also, I have a webcomic of sorts that I used to make and will probably start drawing again soon.

Anyway, I don't think anyone will read this, but I will act like you will!

If you were the last man alive on Earth, what would be the point of your existence? You know, I was going to write this long, introspective thought about the meaning of existence, but I think it would be trite.

So I'm writing in this blog here, and I feel good about it. Except that I have two projects I need to finish for Monday. But isn't that always how I end up writing these journals? When I should be doing other things? Anyway, there will be more to come from me now! I feel invigorated to write! I just hope that someone reads it!

1 comment:

  1. A wanderer or wonderer :) As I'm wondering about your wanderings, I offer this poem written 10 years ago, hoping you will enjoy my windy words:


    We westerly well-wishers
    when Word-wielding,
    wondering wanderer's
    will wane.
    We watch
    winter winds wither without,
    wild-fire whisperings wage war within -
    Well-grounded with wisdom,
    well-balanced with wit,
    witness while waiting.