I'm sure you regular readers must know Dan. Dan, of All That Comes With It and, more recently, Hadrian's Walk. Dan can often be found leaving sarcastic and borderline inappropriate notes in the comments of many of my posts. Dan can also be found nestled securely in the #7 slot of the Top 100 British Parent Bloggers. Needless to say, I'm confident that his new-found fame—he was even recognized by a random passerby at the library!—will make him exponentially more insufferable.
However, I'm pretty sure his lovely daughter gave him a bitter dose of reality last week, as children are wont to do.
You see, Amy has become my biggest fan.
Apparently she asked Dan if he knew anyone who was 25 years old, and it just so happens that I'm 25 years old (for another couple weeks anyway). So she started asking questions, and he showed her my blog, then the inevitable happened: She realized that she had stumbled upon The Coolest 25-Year-Old There Is. Then, in a show of humility and fatherly love, Dan so generously informed me: "She was taken to you for some reason and decided to write you a letter. she asked me to mail it to you, but that sh*t costs money so you're getting a transcript."
I won't share the transcribed contents of it here (although I have to say my favorite line was "her fringe is sweept to the side"—that it is!!), but I would like to share this drawing with you, hoping that Amy won't mind:
A startling likeness.
Not only was I pleased to digitally receive my very first piece of fan mail, as well as gaining another pen pal, I was also delighted to see that my young friend shares my love of drawing.
Ever since I was a kid, I've been a champion drawer. In high school I took a number of art classes, and my parents were amongst the few who actually encouraged their child to study art in college. These days, though, my drawing skills are confined to work notebooks, in which I shock and awe my coworkers with my incredibly uncanny abilities during long and boring conference calls.
Side note: One time I was trying to talk to Noah about a guy we both knew in college, but for the life of me I couldn't remember his name. I kept trying to describe him, but Noah wasn't cooperating. So I whipped out a pen and paper and drew a cartoon version of the guy in question. Amazingly, Noah knew EXACTLY who I was talking about, based solely on the drawing! Such is the extent of my talent.
Naturally, my response to Amy must include a drawing of my own:
Incidentally, this coincides perfectly with a suggestion I got from said coworkers to start featuring my drawings on the blog. So if any of you have an animal in mind that you'd like to see me render on the page, feel free to leave suggestions in the comments.
But I must say, I'm especially good at drawing snakes, as well as dogs in the process of pooing.