Sigmund was “born” while I was taking the state standardized test (see “Looks Like a Duck to Me!”). When I came home, I redrew the first cartoon. Since then, I’ve drawn a few more, and several ideas are already in the works.
Sigmund is a typical teenaged dragon. He’s inquisitive, adventurous, and a little clumsy. He resides at a castle in the dark ages, presumably living among the knights and peasants. He earns his keep by helping to protect the kingdom from invaders, and in exchange is free to do just about anything he likes.
I am sitting at my computer desk, staring at an old decrepit laptop, a pair of pliers, and a set of mini screwdrivers.
And I’m half tempted to go get a hammer.
My Aunt gave me a USB card that I would be attempting to install in my laptop right now, if I could get the blasted case open. Toshiba built their computers a little TOO well, me thinks. I got all of the drives, screws, and whatnot out of the bottom part of the case, so theoretically, the bottom lid should just pop right off. Ha ha.
Is it just me, or is everyone in existence super-busy this week? There’s no way I can find out for sure, of course. No one has time for a poll.
So, I’ve been getting up early almost every morning for the past week, and I am exhausted. I thought spring break was time to relax. Hmm…
I do know part of the reason I’m so tired is that I had to do the Washington State High School Proficiency Exam (HSPE). Which is merely a re-named version of the dreaded WASL.
In the words of one of the kids that was doing the test at the desk next to me – “Looks like the WASL. *SNIFF* Smells like the WASL.”
My family is a weird one.
But then, I’m pretty weird myself. So we’re a good match.
We have a rather unique way of communicating, through one-liners, word play, left-field comments, double entendres, reverse logic, and literal interpretation of figures of speech.
Which, if you’ve read anything on this blog, you’ll know exactly what I’m talking about.
The primary cause for this form of communication is that my mother and I are both writers, as are many of our family members.
I might need to add a side note here that we “adopt” most of our family INTO the family as aunts, uncles, grandparents, cousins, sisters, brothers, etc. So, most of our family, we aren’t even related to.
That’s why we have so many writers in our family. We’re friends with so many, gradually they got sucked into the vortex of our family tree. Not that they seemed to mind one bit. It is always helpful to have someone as crazy as you are around to bounce ideas and one-liners off of.