Fret not, this isn't some ominous premonition. Rather, this is my way of dealing with some very strange emotions generated by bingeing too much Battlestar Galactica. Very depressing series asking some deep questions about the human condition. Yet it was something that, at the time of posting this, I grew rather addicted to.
Anyway, this initially started as my trying to redesign this beastie, but it evolved somewhat into… this. I’m not sure what I’m trying to say with this… but I spent a bit too long on it for it to be just a Twitter freebie. And I think I’ve done quite enough of those when you Patrons are truly the ones keeping me afloat. I’m sorry for cheesing anyone off in that way.
Still, enjoy this bonus as is and arrive at your own conclusions.
Take care. Thank you as always.