If you're checking out my profile then it's likely because I contacted you for a commission. (Sadly, I have no art to upload beyond my trademark stickmen zombies on cocktail napkins - which are too ahead of their time for you all.)

Anyway, please answer whatever awesomely spelled commission request I just sent to you. An awful lot of you, though talented, are quite flaky. You lead me on with what I assume is interest and excitement for the project, then abandon me for what I can only assume is a more charming commissioner with even better spelling. It's happened, like, trice now.

Whyyy? I'm a wonderful payer-on-timer, charming and effusively respectful of your schedule, and I have a wonderful singing voice. My singing voice is actually irrelevant here. Kay fine, I have the singing voice of a teething panda. I shouldn't have tried to impress you like that. This paragraph has ended in shame.

The project I'm contacting you about is wicked awesome fun times twenty, and if you'd just correspond with me long enough you'd find that out. It will also potentially gain you buckets and buckets of new exposure. Buckets!

So c'mon...