I caught a glimpse of my anti-muse tonight, so rather than curse him I thought I might as well draw the little bastard instead.

As of three weeks ago I’m thirty freaking four, which I think means I can no longer be described as a young man. But take away the young and that just leaves man– a title for which I’m still not ready! So I think I’m stuck with guy until I father a child or join the army… I’m just this guy, you know?

Do women feel the same about being described as women? I have a tendency to refer to females I know as girls unless they are substantially older than me and have children, and even then I think I avoid using the W word where possible– I think maybe man and woman are a little too biblical for my taste.