Very quiet congratulations and celebrities are in order, hushed down to avoid cheating you out of a well-deserved recuperative slumber.
May the inevitable reign of productivity-stifling jaded apathy come to rule your life as late as possible.
The associated piece of artwork is, expectedly, beyond and above all praise. The scrupulously designed snake maw, the neat and detailed working apron, the crystalline translucency of the voluminously art-crafted glassware containing liquids and gels of ominous purposes, the Nightmare-Before-Christmas candy cane chelicerae of the apologetically grinning spider, the gooey incoherence of the slime person's extremities, the lush splendor of the centerpiece caprine with tiny flickers of eldritch flame adorning the crests of her horns, the heartwarmingly solid rendition of the rolling tray - one can almost hear the squeaking of the wheels ! - and the overall majesty of furling all those mismatched personae into an interacting, integrated whole is simply overwhelming. That piece is a true icing on the Monster Boy project cake.
Also, that was quite the excellently eloquent, erudite and exquisite enumerating of Sword's efforts! O:
I am tense and timid as I imagine myself trying to top that towering treatise of totally tremendous talk as I make my way over to actually look at the art in question. I have yet to go examine it! I intend to rectify this immediately, rest assured. I merely felt like reading this journal beforehand.
Almighty ancient ancestor of all alliteratively assembled amicably appreciative and aesthetically adorned addresses, that was one roller-coaster of a wordsmithery tour de force !
Although your literary exploits have so far fallen outside the scope of my reading forays, your presence can be felt in many places that I frequent, with neither decorum nor substance ever failing to permeate your written expressions, and I take note whenever your distinct character design slitheringly insinuates itself into view during my art-hunting forays into the glittering digital yonder of this site's innermost innards. That in mind, I am humbled by your classy and cunningly composed comment !
Apologies for a feeble attempt at oneupsmanship, I don't lay any claims to creative potency.
In response to your first line: Awesome alliteration, Astronommy! I should have expected you to beat me at my own game.. >_> Haha :D But still, in regards to that line, it seems to suggest that I'm some sort of forefather or founder of alliterative compliments, which is a pleasant thought, and I appreciate it, but I discount it as untrue, at least partially. Also, who are you calling ancient? >:I Surely some galaxy-arm-sized serpent would have to be older than a 30 year old pythonman. :P (I'm not offended, of course, just grasping at straws for how to respond to even that first line of your comment! O: )
Also, that first line claims I produced a tour-de-force of wordsmithery. That I have to deny outright. It's you who keep doing that, all the time, forever. And I love you for it! D:
D'aww, having JUST read your second paragraph, I am touched. I'm happy to hear I have been noticed in the past, by you! :} I regret to say that I either never saw you around, or perhaps you weren't around to be seen (ie: you rarely comment..?).
It wasn't feeble, and you should lay claim to the potency you DO possess, lest someone else snatch it away from you, leading to an unpleasant and costly legal battle to reclaim it. :}===<
In order to prevent any unnecessary subversion of the well-deserved rest of this journal's esteemed owner, I respectfully propose that we relocate all further discussion elsewhere.
FA's informatics are a Rubik's manifold Möbius network wrapped in a recursive fractal labyrinth, so occasional missteps in navigating it are only natural.
Your colossal labours are worth far more than my modest input.
May the inevitable reign of productivity-stifling jaded apathy come to rule your life as late as possible.
The associated piece of artwork is, expectedly, beyond and above all praise. The scrupulously designed snake maw, the neat and detailed working apron, the crystalline translucency of the voluminously art-crafted glassware containing liquids and gels of ominous purposes, the Nightmare-Before-Christmas candy cane chelicerae of the apologetically grinning spider, the gooey incoherence of the slime person's extremities, the lush splendor of the centerpiece caprine with tiny flickers of eldritch flame adorning the crests of her horns, the heartwarmingly solid rendition of the rolling tray - one can almost hear the squeaking of the wheels ! - and the overall majesty of furling all those mismatched personae into an interacting, integrated whole is simply overwhelming. That piece is a true icing on the Monster Boy project cake.
I am tense and timid as I imagine myself trying to top that towering treatise of totally tremendous talk as I make my way over to actually look at the art in question. I have yet to go examine it! I intend to rectify this immediately, rest assured. I merely felt like reading this journal beforehand.
Although your literary exploits have so far fallen outside the scope of my reading forays, your presence can be felt in many places that I frequent, with neither decorum nor substance ever failing to permeate your written expressions, and I take note whenever your distinct character design slitheringly insinuates itself into view during my art-hunting forays into the glittering digital yonder of this site's innermost innards. That in mind, I am humbled by your classy and cunningly composed comment !
Apologies for a feeble attempt at oneupsmanship, I don't lay any claims to creative potency.
Also, that first line claims I produced a tour-de-force of wordsmithery. That I have to deny outright. It's you who keep doing that, all the time, forever. And I love you for it! D:
D'aww, having JUST read your second paragraph, I am touched. I'm happy to hear I have been noticed in the past, by you! :} I regret to say that I either never saw you around, or perhaps you weren't around to be seen (ie: you rarely comment..?).
It wasn't feeble, and you should lay claim to the potency you DO possess, lest someone else snatch it away from you, leading to an unpleasant and costly legal battle to reclaim it. :}===<
"Thank you on all counts!"
Well worth the wait, I'm sure! ;)
Your colossal labours are worth far more than my modest input.