And I've signed up. No art. No pretty pictures to make a big impact. Just a username. And this journal entry. (It's nice, isn't it?) So, not very extensive... but at least I'm here, ready to put metaphorical pen to paper and create a masterpiece. The Duke of Ted is now on deviantART - woo! Is that a good thing, though?
I think... yes.
Because now, there's a guy called "The Duke of Ted" (or rather, Duketed) when before, there wasn't. So, deviantART has expanded by one member, all because of me. Ain't that special?
So. As a deviant, it will be my job to create art. I can draw something. I can write something. I can take pictures. I can conceptualise and hypothesise. I can programme something for all I care, so long as it's pretty-looking, useful or something. Whether I actually achieve something or not is debatable, but at least I won't neglect anything or anyone by not trying. Because, really, all that matters is that I try to achieve something, because then you've achieved all you wanted to achieve and had a go. Because, after all, you only live once (or twice, if you come from a certain James Bond Film...)