We dyslexics tend to be visual thinkers.
Thursday was a big day regarding my vision. Why? That morning, I went in for a routine eye exam, and had my eyes dilated, as one does. Since I already have trouble with light triggering migraines, I spent the rest of the day in shades, doing my best not to abuse my poor optic nerves more than they had been already.
Wait. Wait, wait, wait.
Just how many three armed men are there in the world? Why did they go after this guy? How many of them were there? Has there been an alien invasion and no one told me? Is there a rash of mutations that hadn’t made the news? Who are these three armed men, and where can I find them?
Then I realized the word “armed” also means “in possession of weapons”.
Well, I guess that makes a little more sense.
It’s a shame, though. Can you imagine how much you could get done with three arms? I mean, just look at all the stuff this poorly drawn three armed stick man is doing.
He’s reading a poorly drawn book about doing stuff, while creating some lovely ambiance with a poorly drawn maraca and sating his hunger by making a poorly drawn pancake! If you squint and tilt your head, it kind of looks like he’s dancing, too.
Wouldn’t you want to accomplish all that at the same time?
Except, I’m sure you’d be far more skillfully rendered, and your hair probably looks much better. The things you do would also be more realistic, most likely.
Maybe I should leave the art to people who know what they’re doing.