Just kiss me…

Who would have thought that something expressed in so few characters would broaden my world, but it has. Yes. I’m talking about Twitter. Twitter is a world of discovery, baby!

And one of the many things I’ve discovered is the land of @gapingvoid — aka Hugh MacLeod — cartoonist, author, CEO. He speaks to me. I don’t question why. He just does. End of story.

It’s the talented cartoonist I’m focusing on here. This, from his Love series, came in my inbox today –

© Hugh

I’m thinking, Hell, yeah! Just kiss me. My kind of Valentine.

Are you listening, Mr. G, honey?

Mr. G?

Honey?

He should really wander over here more often and find out what I’m saying about him.

I’ve received seven of these original lovelies giving a nod to Valentine’s Day, the commentary with each and every one — priceless. I know. I know. @gapingvoid would not use the term lovelies, but we’re in the land of Elen now.

This one spoke to the romance writer in me –

© Hugh

When Valentine’s Day has passed, @gapingvoid will be returning to his usual edgy self. I’m looking forward to that, too.

Check out his site here. Or Hugh’s Daily Cartoon here. Go. See.

And MacLeod — You can draw cartoons on the back of business cards, on napkins, I don’t care. Just keep drawing them!

Yep. World of discovery. Srsly.

Elen

Images courtesy of http://gapingvoid.com

I went twitterless this weekend and…

… it was liberating. Totally. That’s right. No tweets. Okay. Maybe one tweet. Something to do with MONTH OF MEL and a 5K run.

This is how I spent my twitterless time:

~ I took Gracie Allen Swamp Dog for a walk, or ten, and soaked-up some Vitamin D. Great for the complexion.

~ I spent the day on one of my favorite shopping streets in the GTA, soaked up some Vitamin D — great for the complexion — and bought this:

Yes. It’s a timer for my office. A verra loud timer. And she shall be dubbed TweetyBug. A true friend for Mr. Peeps, don’t you think?

~ Went on a date with Mr. G, honey and friends and saw Slumdog Millionaire, ate good food and drank a Murphy’s Irish Stout, from County Cork. Now, everyone knows I’m a Guinness Girl. Guinness all the way. But I have to tell you, this was creamy. This was smooth. This was the dessert of the stout world.

~ Read new-to-me author Robyn Carr’s Shelter Mountain, a Virgin River novel. Thank you, Robyn Carr, for a great read. I’ll be reading more. More. More.

I’d say I used my twitterless time wisely. I think I shall be going twitterless more often.

Hello, Monday. It’s business as usual.

Elen