My mouth is crooked and you can see my scalp. What have you done to me?

This is, as it says and appears, a practice sketch of Flairé. I was trying to get a rather tricky angle. His chin is (supposed to be) raised proudly, just so you can see the bottom of it, and his head is (also supposed to be) tilted just enough to give him that air of nonchalance and complete coolness. Coolness as in control of the situation, not awesomeness, which he has anyway. In all of them I either tilted too much or not enough. His mouth is way over on the side because that was part of the head-tilt. Also practiced cloak folds, which is what all those curvy lines are. You’ll see what it’s a practice sketch for when tomorrow comes, with another practice sketch. I never drew the final picture. Maybe I should try that one of these years. But I want to draw Ceniro pictures first. That’s my goal for today, along with piano and organ practice. And beating Rigwald and playing a siege game with my brother. And listening to all of Jon’s salsa music. I can’t wait to find out which one is the Princessa song.

I watched 2001: A Space Oggiby last night. Dad says that most or all of the ape actors made their only movie appearance ever in the ape scene. I rather prefer the book version of how Dave Bowman manages to survive and turn off HAL, and I definitely prefer the book version of the Star-gate thingy, but the very very end is waaaaay better. He doesn’t blow anything up! I wrote a poem about it. I’ll post that tomorrow because I didn’t actually get around to writing it down. Man, Ligeti is creepy. They used three pieces in the movie to great effect. And I love the space-craft models! They’re so cool! Although a bit… 60’s, wasn’t it? Y’know, the best scene in the hulle muvie is the part where the space shuttle is docking with the double ring space station. It’s gorgeous, it’s perfect, it’s the best space scene in movie history, and the Danube waltz soundtracking it somehow gives it a romance, a lilt, a dance-like feeling itself. I love it.