Admission Exams are over, and I will be an Animation student at the Rotterdam Art School from September the 1st forward. I was refused in Utrecht, and have been provided with the answer 'there shall be no correspondence over the decisions' after asking why. Oh well. They seemed more pretentious there anyway, and the building was uglier than in Rotterdam. I hope they'll be sorry.

Meanwhile, I can now finally draw stuff that I want without feeling guilty. The question only remains what. One gets so many ideas when one is not supposed to have them. I must pay tribute to so many things: the Gerry Anderson shows, the Brotherhood of Dada, the incomparable Jeeves and Wooster, Harry P and his angsty magical misadventures. On the other hand, I have so many ideas of my own. What is to become of Camera-Man, Pequod the Hunter and their nutty pals? Shall Quin the Swordsman ever find rest, now locked off from the Material Plane of Existence? What do the 4th Doctor, Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart and anachronistic surgery have in common?

I hope you didn't get all that. Now you can remain curious and visit my page over and over again until my pageview number is so high the website can't cope and the entire internet shall catastrophically implode.

Or maybe not. Anyway, updates are sneaking into view. Sneakily.