Lucas’ interests are more… immediate than some people’s.

As the year slowly draws to a close, I find myself getting a bit reflective. It’s probably all this silvery paint I insist on bathing in, but mostly it’s just ponderings on the year that somehow slipped past me. This year strode by with frightening velocity for me. Somehow, this comic is well into its third year. Somehow, I’m living in a completely different house. Somehow, I still can’t spell “endeavor” correctly on the first go. It’s a curious thing, time. Gets past you when you’re not looking. Slips out through all the little cracks in your life, and tiptoes off into the night like a mixed metaphor.

Sorry, I’m rambling a bit. What I’m trying to say is that I think elves are stealing all our time, and I really wish they’d cut it out.