
The Totally Not-Canon Adventures of Flairé: Episode 1: Lost Blackbird: Page 31: Flairé Never Shuts Up
drawn/coloured May 14-16 ’10
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Flaria: And now, time for some music!
Flairé: Yeah!
Flairé: And I’ll need my pipe, and my… whistle? and those drums, and the guitar…
Flaria: wouldja shut up for two seconds together?
Ever get the feeling they’re siblings? LOL. So yeah, now they’re going to play some music. Not much else to say. Except that for some reason when I was inking my hand was sliding all over the place so there are some weird smudges everywhere and I’m not really happy with anyone’s face except for Flairé and Leslie’s in the bottom panel. And Flairé’s supposed to have a stool, but I forgot to draw it. Oh well. He’ll have one on Wednesday. Also, this page has answered a question that many people – me – were asking about Deerfleet – does Deerfleet have pants? The answer seems to be YES HE DOES. Mystery solved!
Omigosh, only two more pages left! These last days have just whizzed by. I’ll be done soon! And then I shall start doing other things, like Sculpey and learning how to draw. Wowee.
Also I am totally in love with FFIV. I listened to its music for about three hours last night while messing around with Zazzle. I now have three Zazzle shirts, and I’m going to add more… I’m going to add one of the site logo. I’m also going to put the site logo as buttons and things, as I’m going to do a more circular version. That means repainting the silver, though. But I have a tablet! This shall be easier than last time!
Actually I feel like doing some fanfiction. So after I write a bunch of paragraphs on Dave Hume I shall play some FE8.
In other news, we have lost our dear, beloved conductor Janos Sandor, who just retired from 15 years of conducting the UVic and GVYO orchestras. He died of cancer on Friday. He was always cheerful and upbeat, and an amazing musician. Everyone loved him. We will miss him terribly.




Only one of these thoughts I actually thought at this sniffling concert, and that was the one with the kleenex. Oh, it’s hard to read. In the top right, I am wielding a katana. In the next row, a ‘fellow Collegium student’ (initials are A.M.) asks “What’s with the sign?” and I reply “I need to fix something behind me.” At intermission. The sign says “Heard of Kleenex?” and provides a free sample.