I am blown away by the beauty. Like, literally, BLOWN AWAY. A magnificent cyclone of Dusting Nguyen Awesomeness swooped down upon me and carried me far, far away from Mississippi, and now there's this dead broad with these fugly gaudy shoes, and all these really short dudes trying to boss me around, man. Duss, this is totally your fault.
Also, have I expressed before how happily I would die if Neil Gaiman wrote another Sandman graphic novel and you were the artist? Because then we would finally have art as beauteous as the story, and all the men and creatures in the land would cry tears of wonder and inexplicable joy, and everything would be pretty and nothing would hurt.