Here's another illustration for Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs, yes. I don't know how to draw antlers, no.
I wrote 2 other songs and recorded 'em over the break, but, alas, I fear they're not as high-quality as my higher-quality-ish stuff, bleh. It sucks balls to have a dead artform, to have an artform inside you die, die, die. It's fine if it goes into hybernation for a while, that's all well and good, but how long'll it last? Will it ever go away, this poopy rut that I'm stuck in? It's been since about October and it sucks balls, man. It just plain old sucks balls, poopy-poopy-ones, man. I know what you're thinking...but it's always gone away in the past! Yes, indeed, I say. But what if this is the final writers block and there'll be no more good music till I'm all dead and stuff (then I'll be all dead and stuff, and it's hard to write music then). I think o' people like David Byrne, you know. The dude used to be brilliant-and-a-half, and now his music's fairly dead. Every once in a while he squeezes out something that's got maybe a teeny tiny bit of life in it, but for the most part, he's an old fart resting on his laurels. At least if I become an old fart, I won't rest on my laurels, cuz I gots too much shame for that, ha ha ha. I'll just chalk it up to the poopy-ness of a universe that gives you nice things and then sez "you can't have that anymore." Well, fuck you, universe!