Ah, blogger, It seems like it's been years since we last danced that enchanted "I should really be doing something else" dance. In fact it has. Almost three years.
And after years of techno-isolation, free ad-based dialup connections, and being this close to garnering a BFA in sunny (read: rainy) Halifax, what did it take to get me back on the Blogger train?
A terribly imposing essay, due 3 days ago. (and that duedate being post-extension grant) Yes, if I've learned one thing in my four years of art school, if there's one skill above all others that I've mastered and honed to perfection, it's that of procrastination. In highschool, I considered myself a competant procrastinator. I wasn't the best, but I held my own. I kept the ever popular night-before essay terribly real, very nearly every time. But I'm proud to say that over the years, my procrastinating skills have increased tenfold, leaving many late-nighters in the dust.
And here, as a testament to my powerful time-wasting ability, in partnership with Lukas, my brother from another mother, I give you OptimusCrime: Halifax! It's a mighty future, A mighty, idle future.