I call it "The Commanding Cortex." I think the Clone hobbling along on the right looks a bit ... flat? but otherwise I'm pleased with the dynamicism.

So I finished filling in the McDo's application form. When asked why I wanted to work for McDonalds, I hesitated somewhat. I couldn't just say "To get money." So I thought for a while, and with some satisfaction filled in "to gain a source of income." Wunderbar. I'll hand it in tomorrow and then free money is mine for the taking.

Also I was watching Art Attack, and suddenly got the urge to draw. And I've always been impressed by the likes of Frank Miller and Dom "Caballistics" Reardon, who draw with just black and white and nothing in between. So I broke out the fattest, most mind-altering odour black pens I could find, and tried the style. And it worked, somehow. It's really effective. I was impressed by myself.

In other news, it's back to school tomorrow, and I have roughly 10,000 words to write in four hours.

Meh, I'll burn that bridge when I come to it.

Oh dear, MSN is down again.

Been to an Art Thing at the old abandoned shoe factory. It was pretty fun. A lot of it was overpriced pretentious shite not to my taste but there were a few gems and such. I like art exhibitions, I can be eccentric and opinionated.

Later today cometh my THIRD GIG EVER, InMe, a band I have actually never ever heard before. I have some album of them on one of the DVDs of MP3s in the stack next to me (generously donated by Chris) so perhaps I'll check it out pre-gig. Tcha, look at me, nearly 17, legal for 3 years, and I've been to all of two gigs. And one of them was more a concert. It's not my fault my friends all have bad music taste different favoured genres.