This pic is as good a definition for “lastflyingcow.com” as any.
The drawing is a “throwaway,” one of those ideas relegated to the attic of whateverness.
It happens whenever I wake up on a Sunday, with a few dozen ideas swarming in my head.
And then, on Monday, I realize I don’t have the capacity (at this moment in time) to execute the far-flung vision.

But like I said, this is the LFC- A virtual pub of sorts where you can find all kinds of creatures and ideas.
Everything goes, and everyone knows your name- At least for a while, until the sun goes super-nova, and nothing else matters after that anyway.

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