The latest panel of Nine Swords cracks me up for some strange and perverted reason. Look, ma, vampire porn. Am I sick and twisted for enjoying the comic? Probably. But if Riley weren't the personification of snarky badassedness, I wouldn't like it half as much. I'd only like it about a third, or perhaps three sevenths as much; it is very pretty, if you like gore.

I wish I could draw like that; I wouldn't use my skills for evil, or for porn, but I still wish I could draw like that. (Yes, I have been working on GA. No it hasn't been going particularly well. I still can't get Zazi's head right. But I have successfully drawn a pair of hands that don't look like mittens or the offspring of some sort of horribly stunted tentacle monster.)

Two weeks ago or so, I was on the bus to Northampton, and there was a girl wearing a Breaking Pangaea t-shirt. That's about the niftiest band name a band can have; the music isn't half bad, either. I love happy serendipitous things like that. They please me. Right now, however, I am looking for more video game music- Wild Arms, to be precise. Best music evah.

Beware the quantum duck...quark quark quark!