Last night I was having an in-depth conversation about the infinite possibilities of life on other planets. You know. At one point Earth was a planet ruled by dinosaurs.
We were a planet ruled by these huge creatures. Can you imagine coming across a random planet run by these things? That was us once.
And it just makes me wonder about all the other types of life out there in space.
Now we are planet where a guy like me can post pictures of himself with blonde hair on his blog.
Like this one of me and Ben. Ben and I.
And this one of my sister and me at the top of the Empire State Building:
AND SPEAKING OF BLONDES, check out this high school yearbook photo of my father! It is such a trip how much we look alike.
Me in another life.
What a trip.
SELF PORTRAIT THURSDAY!
It’s crunch time in so many ways. Just really busy and I don’t really have much to say.
Not publicly, that is.
Ben has been away for a couple days, so I’ve just been watching a lot of TV and eating a lot and not eating a lot and ______ too much ______ and staying up really late until I crash on the couch and wake up in the middle of the night and drag myself up into our loft bed.
I’ve been watching a lot of space documentaries. I mean, I do that often. But I keep watching all these different ones in hopes that I’ll find one that actually says, “Oh and we found life on this distant planet.”
I’m ready to get intergalactic.
A dear friend sent me a paraffin wax bath in the mail. So excited to try that out tonight!
You know when you have plans to do something and those plans fall through—and then you’re antsy and like, “Well, now what?”
That was me on Friday evening.
I suddenly found myself all by myself in my workroom. Very antsy. But I quickly regrouped and spent the evening drawing and watching space documentaries.
I drew this:
Just a bit of an exercise to help me get into the zone for the new project I have in mind. Last night I went back over the pencil with a fine tip marker. But then I stopped halfway and thought maybe I just should’ve left it. Thoughts?
I thought about space and time while drawing these bent over people.
Black holes are in galaxies, even our own galaxy, eating up everything. Sometimes these black holes combine to make a bigger black hole. So, maybe black holes are what eat up existence so that everything returns back to pure space, just waiting for another big bang to start everything all over again. Maybe this is an ongoing cycle, people. Maybe all the black holes will combine to make one big black hole of empty space.
This reminds me of that Stephen King story “The Langoliers” about those people on a plane that end up flying into the past, where they encounter the Langoliers, those creatures whose purpose is to eat up the remainders of the past.
I like to think about that kind of stuff.