I would like to announce that I have a purple one in my life (and it isn't Prince). I met a girl that I find endlessly entertaining, incredibly interesting, and constantly cute (among other things). We've only recently revealed how we feel about each other but the obnoxiousness and pet names associated with couples of longer standing have already surfaced. But, like all good things that begin, they have to be forcefully wrenched before they can get too good or too easy too quickly. By this I mean that I moved to a different part of the country only to leave behind that wondrous person I only just got to really know.
     Our time together was brief, but we made the most of it knowing it was of the essence. It felt nice to be able to take someone out who enjoyed my company and was as nervous as I was on the first date. And even though inner monologues may have slipped out to reveal more than we would have liked (“Are you serious?”) we still had a wonderful dinner, full of tapas and lots of smiles. The entire thing was capped off with a gay man selling cupcakes who let us know that “Cupcakes are like diamonds. We don't need them but when we want them, we want them to be fabulous.”
     Ah, but things were kicked into higher gear the second time around. The stakes were elevated as my departure date was rapidly approaching. The speed of comfort had to be ditched in favour of maximising effectiveness. This may sounds like a scientific approach to something more impersonal, but I just needed to let this girl know how I felt about her in the face of impending separation. I couldn't wait until the third date to kiss to her since there wouldn't be one, so I had to improvise.
     Sitting in a restaurant booth, she rested her head on my shoulder so that I could feel the warmth that radiated from her. I put my arm around her to keep her comfortable. Before things got too cozy, we took off in search of tiny lights to share one last romantic walk together. It yielded excellent results. I got to give her my jacket (like they do in the movies), I held her hand, I whispered in her ear several sweet nothings, and was intoxicated the entire time by her enchanting perfume. It was magical. The connection was there, everything was perfect and as it should be. For a few brief moments, sitting together in the brisk evening of a November's Tuesday, we were alone and in love and the world was as warm and inviting as a summer night.
     This story doesn't have an end right now. We're seeing how far this takes us and enjoying every minute of it. Though things aren't fair nor ideal, we still both enjoy the strange trip upon which we've embarked and plan on riding it as far as it takes us. I only feel bad for leaving her alone in “The New Pollution.”
     High 5, Sunshine.
     Noel \ /
     

This Summer just got a little more tragic.

I keep forgetting to post the latest episode of The Tragedian. Here it is, finally. It's rather different from anything that's come before.

After a tragic delay, the third episode is up.

I re uploaded the first two episodes of The Tragedian so that they may be seen in their proper widescreen glory.