Friday, July 12, 2002

I had no idea blogging had such a rich history.

Hail, Caesar!

Thursday, July 11, 2002

Oh, WFMU, how do I love your

temptations, your

indie celebrations,


new sensations I feel deep and meaningful

shocks to my system,


... just listen.

That is...

while you can.

(ooo, that gummint make me MAD!!)

Tuesday, July 09, 2002

My new project: drawing heroes GOD'S way. God appears not to have as much of a liking for enormous breasts as some other comic book artists.

Oh, whither Neil Gaiman? Whither Sandman?

In other news, thank you, Arthur, for your kind email. It is indeed cool that we've both got a butterfly thing going on. A little disturbing that you behold Mother Nature's airy spirits of light and ephemeral beauty by sticking pins into them, but hey, I can forgive a lot.

Monday, July 08, 2002

Sorry folks - the last few days can be summed up in two words: ovaries suck.

Nothing major or life threatening, but I'm thankful I have good medical insurance. I enjoyed the long weekend, and managed to see fireworks, but wasn't great company. (Sorry Jeremy. Sorry Stephen. Sorry Art. Sorry Kathy. Sorry outdoor/indoor party people.) The rest of the weekend wasn't much fun either.

I think, once my guts are back in order, I need to go camping. Somewhere in Vermont, maybe, far away from this sick, sick city. Someplace with actual trees and rocks, where you can climb and eat berries. And not worry about bus fares or getting hit by early 90s-model GMC cars driven by the Irish mafia. (Because everyone knows that everything bad that happens in this town, it's the Irish mafia's fault.)

For today, though, I'm back online and back at work. Jeremy gets a gold star for bravery.

I think the Butterfly Farm needs a theme... what kind of theme? I mean, besides my glamorous life....