WAH I HAVE WOMEN LUSTING AFTER MY BODY.


I almost left the entry at that, because it amuses me, but in recognition of the many people that read my blog who don't know me well enough to know there must be some delightfully entertaining missing context that merrily explains everything so that they don't have to leap to false conclusions (you know who you are), I decided to go ahead and explain myself, as I'd probably end up wanting to blog about it later anyway.

I got an email today from a woman, asking for a print of my Young Vetinari vector CG, which I agreed to provide as soon as my school printing priviledges are reinstated. She emailed me back, delighted, and proceeded to gush a bit about her enjoyment of the image.

I could faint every time I look at that picture. Who in God's name was your model? Can you get them to do any more stuff like that? And what an edible ensemble, especially the boots! And the uniform. And the gloves. Oh, hell, all of it.

Dude, I was the model. Well, in a "my hed is pastede on yay" kind of way (I'll have to look up the name of the actor whose head I used), but the body is mine. So I have a woman lusting after my body. I'm torn between being weirded out and finding it absolutely hilarious.