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Well. So I just finished my last big project due in the immediate future (2000 word essay on Machiavelli), and applied myself to some art that's been languishing in my sketchbook for about a month (without any fixitive, which turned out to be an amazingly bad idea).

And, since I think it'd be pretty cool if I updated this journal whenever I uploaded new art (don't worry, it's not that often): what I did today. A bit of mucking about in my gallery should also produce slightly larger versions of both Beauty and Beast, as well as all my other fairy tale art.

Happy Thanksgiving, to all those to whom it applies!

Right. Remember my digital camera, from the last post? I take it with me wherever I go, if there's any hope of interesting wildlife or scenery. Today in the ravine, there was. This took place in the form of ducks, a kingfisher, several frogs, and a caterpillar. At least I assume it's a caterpillar.The thing is, all logical google searches indicate that it doesn't exist.
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Found in a lightly wooded area in Southwestern Ontario. As you can see, he's black with about 9 large yellow spots and countless smaller one. On one end (probably the rear, though I didn't realize that when taking the picture), he has a curved red "horn". He does not appear to be a Tomato /Tobacco hornworm.

If anyone here has any interest in entomology or whatnot, I'd appreciate help identifying this guy. I'm just really curious now.

Thursday night, I saw the oddest thing. I was walking and talking with a friend, and what should we notice but a squirrel crossing the road, carrying what appeared to be another squirrel in its mouth. No kidding here. I'm not entirely certain how this worked, though I've made a sketch of the way it appeared to us:

Another group of students, leaving the school, decided to try to catch the squirrel, whereupon it dropped its prize and the two squirrels legged it for the nearest telephone pole. Both seemed healthy, more or less the same size and colour. It really makes me wonder what that was all about. I've never seen squirrels do anything like that before.

I went to a petstore today with my moderately new digital camera (a few months now, I guess), and asked them if I could take photos of their animals so that I could use them as reference to draw from. Not only did they agree, but she suggested that if I was good, to bring some drawings in, and she would refer people who wanted pet portraits to me (for a cut). I'm still not sure if I want to take her up on this. On one hand, hey, I'd feel less guilty about not having a real job, but on the other, I don't really think I have the time, what with the whole horrible loads of homework I have just at the moment.

Well, long time no post.
However, I feel that I probably ought to tell anyone who cares that I am back at school, I am very happy at the time of writing, and my life currently has very little angst to it.

If you look to your left (or right ot bottom or top or wherever you have it set to appear), you will discover a new icon, slightly different from my old one. It's still Death, and he's still depressed and drunk (wow. How goth can you get?), but he's much prettier now! The fact that he's Death means nothing, so please don't read meaning into it if I reply to a post of yours using this icon.

I've considered making this into an art journal, where I put up, or at least link to, anything new that I do, but it sort of jars with my absolute laziness. We'll see, I guess. In the meantime, have a look at my reasonably new DeviantART account if you have a burning need to see stuff that I've been doing recently.

Y'know, the real reason that I never post on livejournal probably has to do with the way that I'm addressing an audience that my not exist. Until I hit that post button, I'm just talking to myself, and I've always been brought up to believe that was an unhealthy sign. Possibly if I talked to myself more often, this would get easier. Or perhaps not.

Drawn from life - the poor little guy was kind enough (read: too terrified not) to pose for me. I found him in the gutter, and assumed he was dead at first. But it seems that he was just too young or too scared to know when to fly away. After attempts to get him off the road using a sheet of paper failed, he managed to flutter off a ways on his own. Last I saw, one of his parents was helping him back up onto the curb.

I dunno. Just thought I'd share.