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Mar. 28th, 2006 03:07 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
scottopicI spent all morning on this:
Not making it - it's not the most complex graphic ever, but arguing over tones, position, size, shapes and demeanor of this gorramed piggy.
This is why I've not talked much on IM, haven't expanded on my thoughts about V for Vendetta, and why I've neglected my adoring public.
The joys of corporate life.
Not making it - it's not the most complex graphic ever, but arguing over tones, position, size, shapes and demeanor of this gorramed piggy.
This is why I've not talked much on IM, haven't expanded on my thoughts about V for Vendetta, and why I've neglected my adoring public.
The joys of corporate life.
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Date: 2006-03-28 10:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-03-29 02:26 pm (UTC)I try to run away, but she follows me everywhere I go. There's no escape. I've contacted the local authorities to no avail, and have even considered wearing a Groucho Garx type of disguise to throw her off the path. That usually works with all but the best of 'em. But even that, I feel, will not be enough to get her off my trail. Relentless.
I fear there is nothing else I can do.
I must deal with the truth.
I must accept the pig. I must learn to love the pig, as the pig loves me.
There is no other way.