wado

Odley hodely doodly, sometimes you're in it and sometimes you're out, and the rest of the time you're stumbling along trying not to trip over your own damn feet. Not wearing shoes helps, but its new york, and that option requires a natural immunity to tetanus, which is difficult to test for, but the collection of nails found in the gutter is growing and we should be ready for the first phase soon.

Procrastinating and laziness are filling up today, which is not the best thing since it is friday and there are ebooks to be producted (some people say produced, but those people also eat kale, so that tells you something about their proclivities and I will leave it there for you). The terrible burden of the week, and by terrible I mean just kind of annoying and pedantic but it was the entire week and doing the same annoying pedantic enterprise for an entire weak just gets the bile up, since you have to drink so much coffee to get through it all.

Someday I am going to actual start putting together one of these fucking comic books I'm putzing around with, but I need an artist. Soon I might even have money to pay said artist with, until then the lowly buggers just have to be willing to the work for free, which they are mostly not. I'd convince them I am the next Neil Morrison MooreBendis, but I'd have to convince myself of that first, and I am a skeptical wanker and tend to believe nothing that comes out of my mouth, excerpting for the vomiting. Vomiting in terror mind you, I have an iron-clad stomach.

Synch-up send off hallelujah:

"Hello, babies. Welcome to Earth. It's hot in the summer and cold in the winter. It's round and wet and crowded. At the outside, babies, you've got about a hundred years here. There's only one rule that I know of, babies _ 'God damn it, you've got to be kind." --God Bless You Mr. Rosewater