When I arrived at the milk milk HQ the other day, the clouds parted and bathed me in sun. I looked up and bluebirds were smiling. Somewhere in the distance there was a fanfare of trumpets.
It's true -- this was my first day with the milk milk family.
So hello, greetings, you look nice today. I'm Ben Sellon. I want to meet you. But since I'm on this end of the blog, I guess you're just going to have to meet me instead. So I hereby present to you:
MEET BEN (a definitive guide)
I am:
Bikes bikes bikes. Quiet time. Play dates. Mind maps. The Clubhouse. Pilot G2 Minis. Craft brewing. Writing everyday. Different sized notebooks of varying rule. Meetings. Self publishing weekly. Science experiments / general research. Bad art -- appreciating/creating. CASUAL COLLABORATION.
One time I had this idea:
To release on VHS--Vatican Blooper Reel!
Most vividly remembered nightmare from my childhood:
I was kidnapped and brought to a secret castle. The foyer was made out of colorful construction paper. Vampires lived inside. They took me inside, and in spite of my fear I didn't close my eyes--I looked at everything around me. We passed a series of bathroom-stall-type things, only without toilets, and inside each one was some innocent kid shackled to the wall. They put me in one of the stalls, and then took my left shoe. THEY TOOK MY LEFT SHOE!!!
Two colors:
Light blue and red.
Some ingredients:
Water, flour, yeast, a little bit of love.
Interesting physical traits:
Scar on right hand, birthmark on right thigh, patented family bump in nose, ever-thickening facial hair, strangely squishy mole on back, line of scars from bike chain ring on left ankle, awkwardly lanky arms.
This was a pet I had once:
Spud