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Even the elves of Santa's feared reindeer cavalry may pause to admire the fall of a snowflake. Merry Christmas, all.

( I'M GOING HOME )

INTERNETS. EVERY LAST ONE.



I am pretending that this commemorates some sort of internet anniversary, but that's not until next month. Really, I just felt like using Illustrator. I manage it so rarely in my programmer life.

Some days I get distracted by a little pink hippo who looks at me from behind fire hydrants. He's about nine inches tall and has never said a word to me.

Usually I just assume I need more sleep.

Thinking that he might be a good character for a childrens' book. Probably putting him on my Christmas cards this year.

Procrastination at its finest. Based on a certain image posted by fantasygoat, but completely redrawn in Illustrator so that I could, in theory, put it on a t-shirt. I especially like how the "sanrio ak-47" turned out. It's not accurate, but it is cute. By gun standards.

(Note to Sanrio and other copyright holders: The Great Mouthless One compelled me to do it. Perhaps she has plans to expand her licensing into the uncharted territory of assault rifles. Mere mortals should not inquire, merely obey. A day will come when Hello Kitty will SMITE the unbelievers.)