Klumpen0815: I'm in (better late than never).
I didn't have any time this month to what I planned to do due to work and I have to be quiet tomorrow, so I recorded something just now to keep my word, sorry for the few hickups, haven't been practicing much lately and jammed my left index finger yesterday when repairing my bike yet again.
My USB audio interface works perfectly now plug'n'play with Linux thanks to a simple setting in Pulse, so:
Mazurka à Rigal Just a traditional dancing tune played on my trusty wheelfiddle.
A lovely tune, as always! Catchy, too. I dig it.
FearfulSymmetry: All right, here are some pictures of my (still-unfinished) scarf. It actually has glitters too but you can't really see that because of the crappy picture quality. :P
Oooh! It's sparkly! And blend-y with the colors! Whoever wears this shall indubitably be the most fabulous scarf-wearer on the block.
awalterj: Hope it's not too late to participate? Here are some portrait sketches from life made in January, most of these were drawn on the train. Half the people didn't know I was drawing them and the other half was kind enough not to run away, or more precisely they had nowhere to run off to. I intend to draw many more this year as there is an endless supply of humans (and dogs etc) and I must draw everyone.
It's never too late! At least, not while it ain't the 1st.
But man alive, those are AMAZING! You could get a job going into comics!
MadyNora: Not in, here have a kitten :3
The only problem I have with that thing is that I'd feel terrible eating it.
misteryo: I wrote this yesterday. I will use it to be "in" as you young folks say.
That night I drove into the heart of the city. It was the same city I drove into every night. But this time it was more. It was the city of my dreams. Of my blood. The city of my threadbare conscience. It was as if the city understood that now that I was hers--now that she had changed me to match the image of me she held in her heart--she knew she was now free to change herself into the image of her that I carried. A Picasso image of splintered sight-lines, a Banksy image of stencils on crumbling brick, a CAT scan of shattered bone. I let the car drive itself. I was already far ahead. I was already home
...but what comes next?
We must have more!