Packed Karen back off home today, and then spent the rest of the early afternoon tinkering with my website. I've done a general tidy, and I've added a preliminary biography page that I'm not at all happy about.
There's also a new addition to the comics page.
The links page is still a mess though.

Roobarb and Custard online? Yes please!

For all those people who think that the American government only cares about money and the military, I point you to this article.

Ye gods, and this is the only world superpower...

Tony McGee's comics were rather spiffing. I read them in bed last night and thoroughly enjoyed them. I think I marginally prefer Frontiers so far to Angel Nebula, as it seems more confident both in writing and art, which seems to me to be a nice mix of the styles of Richard Corben and Hayao Miyazaki.
I thoroughly recommend ordering some of Tony's comics.

So far today, I've lounged about in my peejays, doing not much at all.
Finally, the replacement power cable for our printer arrived, in a box roughly fifteen times the size of the cable. I'm sure I could probably claim a refund on the postage and packing price as it was clearly unnecessary.
Also in the post today, a bunch of lovely comics from Tony McGee. I've heard good things about Tony's work, and it looks pretty spiffing to me, so I'm looking forward to reading them.
Right, must shower and shave, because I'm taking Karen on a jaunt to the local bookshop.

Enetation still haven't sorted out the comments >sigh<.

Meg and Karen are watching Last of the Mohicans, the heartwarming tale of an Irishman in entirely the wrong place. They pointed out the absurdity of the English soldiers (for once, not callous and effeminate) wandering around in hostile territory wearing bright red jackets with big white crosses on the front and back.
I pointed out that we didn't learn that this was a rather stupid idea until well into the 19th century, when we invented khaki, which has somewhat better camouflaging properties.
Now, the British Empire has a lot to answer for, but it occurred to me that our invention of khaki means that the British, indirectly, invented Gap.

On behalf of the British people, sorry about that.


Here, a novel completely devoid of the letter 'e'.

Back from the in-laws' place down in Rochester. Went down to have a family celebration of Meg's birthday. We ate a lot, and didn't do much else. But everything we did and didn't do was good fun.
Meg's dad bought Meg a scanner on Saturday morning, which I am particularly pleased by, as it means I can resume unleashing my art on the world. It also means that people other than us can see our wedding pictures.
Meg's sister Karen stowed away in our car on our way back home yesterday, and is with us until Wednesday. Grud knows what we're going to do until then. Suggestions on how to entertain a seventeen-year-old, hyper-intelligent, American girl (on a budget) are welcome.

Meg's birthday today, so I've been too busy to Blog.
We did go and see The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen today, and I thoroughly enjoyed it, although the twonks who all went on about how Michael Keaton didn't look anything like Bruce Wayne is supposed to look back in 1989 will probably hate it. It isn't any more dumbed down than the comic, as the Moore-snobbists will try and tell you, and while there were some niggling annoyances, it was a damn good summer movie.

So there.

Something to try (01):

Bourbon and Coke.

Not the alcohol/soft drink hybrid favoured by the not-quite-as-tough-as-they-want-to-be, but something else entirely.
Take a bourbon biscuit, dip it into a glass of Coke. Let it soak for just a second, then take it out, and bite off the bit that was dipped in the drink.
Like it or loathe it, it's a taste you won't soon forget.


For God's sake. A man's children are dead, and that's cause to celebrate. Can I opt out of humanity?

Currently listening to: The Turrican version of Vince DiCola's "Escape", and a host of other classic video game tunes. I truly am the King of Geek.

Late night. Faffing as usual. Found a quiz at Helen's blog:


You are Jack the Ripper. Yours were some of the
most brutal murders recorded in history--yet
your case is still to this day unsolved. You
came from out of the fog, killed violently and
quickly and disappeared without a trace. Then
for no apparent reason, you satisfy your blood
lust with ever-increasing ferocity, culminating
in the near destruction of your final victim,
and then you vanish from the scene forever. The
perfect ingredients for the perennial thriller.
You are quite the mysteriously demented?


Which Imfamous criminal are you?
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Bappy hirthday to the Reverend William Archibald Spooner!

The official site for Spider-Man 2 is up now. Not a lot there, but there's a stonking picture of new baddie Doctor Octopus. I grew up reading Spider-Man comics, thanks to the reprints in the Spider-Man and Zoids comic, and I always thought Doc Ock was a bit...crap. Perhaps it's because of the way they drew him as a fat old man. The movie version makes me realise that he's actually a pretty decent character, if used properly.
I mean, a psychotic bloke with four metal arms is pretty scary if the bloke in question isn't Elton John in a green spandex jumpsuit.
I'm looking forward to it!

Mick Foley, the guy who always looked like Scott Bakula's redneck cannibal cousin, but who seems to be a genuinely nice guy, has written a book. And The Guardian likes it.
What's most surprising is that Mick Foley is most famous for being a professional wrestler.
Truly, you cannot judge a book by its cover.

Ha. I made a joke.

BilLy points out that the comments system is not working properly at the moment. I'd noticed this myself. Unfortunately, there's nothing I can do personally, as it's third-party code, and anyone who's using it is suffering the same problem. Just keep trying, I suppose.

Oh, and my comicartist email is down for some reason. Until it's back up, you can use this address if you want to reach me. Aren't computers great? The internet will revolutionise communication, you know. If the bloody thing ever works!