A snippet of something, maybe in progress.

...

They whispered secrets for hours, and once Sherry was sure, she pulled out a map of indeterminable origin, at which Reynard squinted in the darkness. His fingers fumbled over the creases, quivering slightly.
"Let's go find it," Sherry puffed, thrilled. "Let's go jump off its face."
They kissed, and when Reynard awakened from his stupor, he clutched the map to his straining eyes and saw it.
The face in question was that of a man Reynard would someday meet, though he would be unaware of this man's significance at the moment. The precipice built in honor of that face rested in a godforsaken atoll apart from its kin, beckoning to nothing.

...

Wondering

sometimes i wonder
where all this wondering goes
an entertainer, sprawled
scribbling
fumbling with
next to nothing left

Back from the lethargic flames of Development Hell, it's Delicious Cakes!

I spent most of the morning looking at microfilms, which actually turned out to be somewhat intriguing, given just how much information can fit into a single tiny reel and given how many tiny reels can fit into a single drawer and given how many drawers can fit into a single filing cabinet, and so on.

More exciting rambling later.

Meanwhile, here is something I threw together in about five minutes, at which I strongly suggest cringing:



Have a pleasant afternoon.

...And the oven door opens.

The cake you see here is clearly delicious.

...MS Paint isn't too much fun. Maybe I'll actually scan something when time isn't such a precious commodity.

*massive shrug*