oh photoshop. i love you and you're totally awesome and everything, but i need to stop thinking i can count on you to swoop in at the 11th hour to make sense of vague and nebulous half baked notions of lay outs *cough* horrendous top spread */endcough*. it's not you, it's me. no, really.
oh, also, you need to redraw that bottom one- you do a much better job of aping observational drawing when you do it with a graphite stick. ssssssllllllllllyyyyyyyyyyyy.
on another note, instead of doing some much needed reading up on the much neglected dissertation this morning, i opted instead to finally getting around to watching this:
mary & max had been on my radar since before it even came out three years ago, but that's just how crap i am at ingesting media. man. this thing was good. its sense of humour's possibly one shade darker than emperor palpatine's allegiance of the force and oh my gosh is it sad.
huh. that doesn't exactly sound like a stella review, does it? but you might want to check it out. it's also go this stuck in my head till forever, but that's okay because this ditty be aces:
PEACE AND LOVE AND ALL THAT JAZZ.
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