For your amusement

I'm staying at work a bit late tonight to play with the tablet, working on the sketch I posted yesterday. The big thing to figure out is where the guy's legs go, and, me being me, the easiest way to figure these things out seems to be to *do* them.

I'm glad my coworkers aren't here to see me repeatedly posing myself on the floor of my cubicle.

ADDENDUM: the cat-enforced stillness the other night is probably a big part of why I had such trouble with the original sketches.

I hardly ever crash and am displayed in technicolor

Occasionally someone asks me about age-difference relationships, and I say that I've found the important thing is that both parties can take a joke about it.

Usually, this comes in the form of me giving Erik a whole lot of shit (or occasionally my parents giving us both shit, as in the infamous Fucking Ancient Incident). It was my turn this evening, and it was so beautiful and geeky that I thought y'all needed to hear it.

For some reason we were discussing 80s arcade games (which, naturally, E played in an 80s arcade, presumably while I was riding my tricycle or something). Maybe it was the existence of pong fanfiction, or that I'd found artist Steve Thomas and his video-game propaganda; somehow, he started telling me about the vast excitement of playing Frogger with his cousins on a commodore 64. He was trying to remember how old he was, and googled the '64, leading to the following exchange:

E: It was 1982! We got the commodore 64 when it first came out.
S: Oh. It came out a year before I did.
E: That's why you have a better operating system... *pause* ...and slightly more memory.