Likes: Comedic plays, video games (currently a bit of a Skyrim addict,) cats, birds, derping around on Photoshop.
Dislikes: People whose native language is English yet show little grasp of it in their writing, sitting and doing absolutely nothing, forced conversation.
I was so excited about my upcoming birthday that I almost forgot about the 9/11 catastrophe. This is dedicated to anyone whose lives have been affected by it.
I find it odd that the emergency number is 911, and this happened on 9/11. I think it's just a coincidence, though I'm not certain.
This is a poem I wrote as a tribute to Calvin and Hobbes, two best friends created by the wonderful Bill Watterson.
Best friends, day and night
Each never out of the other's sight
Hobbes the tiger, Calvin the boy
To others the tiger was no more than a toy
From G.R.O.S.S, to sledding down snow-covered hills
Their parents were tortured by babysitting bills
Plotting revenge against monsters unseen
To girls, the duo was just plain mean
Summer to autumn, winter to spring
With every season the two did bring
More and more mischief, more and more fun
They played and they played 'til the set of the sun
Now I give the creator of Calvin and Hobbes
For the effort he put in these beautiful jobs
He has indeed earned my all-out respect
Even though he's retired, last time I checked
To give such life to a panel so small
Such talent is scarce, yet he answered the call
He gave readers out there so much to ponder
His strips did not give the mind time to wander
Best friends, day and night
Each never out of the other's sight
Hobbes the tiger, Calvin the boy
To others the tiger was no more than a toy
Summer to autumn, winter to spring
With every season the two did bring
More and more mischief, more and more fun
They played and they played 'til the set of the sun
