Get Ready.

While I had been pushing to finish up edits for the next section by the 17th (Joker's Wild's birthday), there has been a change in the stars.

Oh, yes... a big change indeed.

A few days ago, I found myself weary, wandering through an inhospitable desert. I had nothing but on me other than the clothes on my back and my Asus Zenbook laptop. In the middle of the desert, I stumbled upon a strange tablet. It had a word on it, but I couldn't make out what it said, so I rubbed the tablet. The word was "Wacom". Out of the tablet emerged a great genie. The genie gazed down upon opening his great and powerful genie jaws and said "At last, I, the great Art Tool Sai, have been released. Mortal, I will grant you three wishes."

Of course my first wish was to ask for more wishes. He told me that isn't how it works and took away one wish. What an ass, right? I knew right then why he was left in a desert. He said he would grant my wishes, what the hell!? Anyway, I couldn't look a genie horse in the mouth; I did have two more wishes...

For my second wish, I planted my feet in the sand mustering up all of courage and said "Great Genie of the Sandy Asscheeks, I wish to be able to make fried rice that is more delicious than I can already make. The genie shook his head saying "It is not within my immeasurable power to grant such a wish. Your fried rice is already at the absolute pinnacle of deliciousness."

I then said "Thank you, I work very hard on it. Also does that count count as a wish." I was furious beyond compare, flailing mad as I tumbled down sand dune after sand dune when he said "Of course it does. What is your final wish?"

I contemplated wishing for him to go fuck himself, but I realized that wouldn't help me at all. I could tell him that later. For my last wish I said "I wish to be able to draw the way that I want to draw."

The genie then smiled upon me. "Do you have a usb port?" He said. I nodded. Without the courtesy to give me an appropriate warning, he ripped his own head from his body. It was really gross but also kind of entertaining to watch. It didn't seem to bother him much. Did his genie parent drop him on his head or something? Maybe he just dropped his own head too many times? I had many questions, but there something caught my attention. At the base of his his neck, was a tiny usb drive. I told the Genie to plug his ass into my computer.

I was granted with a monumental gift. That is exactly how it happened.

Okay, maybe I embellished a little bit. It was not so much a desert so much as my room, but one could argue that a man's chances of survival in my room is equally dismal as that of a desert. I definitely did a wacom tablet, and it was kind of dusty because I hadn't used it in a while. That gave me the idea to try out a new art program, and while it wasn't a genie, it did give me magic powers.

I present to you, the protagonist of our story: Tumbleweed. Credit: Me.

Get ready, because I have a feeling in my blood. This is just the beginning.