Seriously, please don’t kill me. I was just sad that Captain America was still loveless in The Avengers. I’ve also developed a serious crush on Chris Evans and his eyebrows so blame it on the man’s sexiness. 
Then I sketched this girl that seemed to have a rather unearthly beauty by the time I finished inking. After that, this crazy idea was born. I doubt it will ever see the light of day, though. So please don’t kill me.
As is custom for every blogger, there is the first post for the New Year. Mine is a bit late, though by no fault of my own. Life is fond of throwing me curve balls and my swing is always being tested (Forgive the baseball analogies. I can be such a guy sometimes). By now, every other blogger online will have written about what they’ve realized over the past year, things they want to do for the new one, and lessons they wish to impart on their readers. So I am hopping on the bandwagon, days late, but hopefully able to make more sense with my writing now that I’ve had coffee in my system.
I have literally had to stop and think tonight. Because here I was raging over something that just seems so pointless now compared to what I’d just found out. And you wonder just how so many people can go about behaving as if they’re accomplishing something significant when the truth is, they’re doing the most inconsequential things.
Suddenly, the intense anger I felt towards my TV shows and their character’s mutilations purported by their writers seems…wrong and misplaced. And unimportant.
Suddenly, I realize how scary life is because it’s finite. There is so much to do and not enough time; then we scramble to make time.
