I’ve spent the last week picking brains. Sweet, delicious brains. Ripe, juicy, and full to bursting with knowledge. Braised, broasted, pan-fried, or even al dente—no, sir, nothing beats brains. Braaaaains . . .
*wipes away drool*
In other words, the research for Apocalypse Pictures Presents is progressing. It does involve actual interaction with, you know, people—which perhaps explains why I’ve put it off for so long. Many folks assume I’m an extrovert, but when I see myself go to such extreme lengths to avoid speaking with other human beings, I kind of tend to doubt it.
Or maybe I just don’t like admitting that there are still some things I don’t know, and that I need help.
Or maybe I just really like the taste of brains. Yummy, yummy braaaaains . . .
*wipes away drool again*
Up next—research continues until I’ve
gotten my fill learned what I need to know.
No updates for Write Club.
Excuse me, I need to find a napkin . . .