THAT DOES NOT COMPUTE

A week late, a dollar short, and clawing it's way up the slopes of the uncanny valley, here's my contribution.

Also, I hate the drawing of hair. In any form. From a well. From the J-trap in the bathtub. Pretty much anywhere. My pencil is always too big for it and my patience is always too small, stretched taught like a flying squirrel's armpits so as to make it difficult not to emote with wooden and graphitic projectiles.

To pencil marks on walls everywhere, and may you never have them!

Chris.