budgie: has had quite an ok weekend. Helping phil with homework, playing backgammon with a friend, doing some writing... It could have been worse...

Owen Robertson redesigns Iron Man

wilw: @cascio was right: I forgot to kill the zombie boss. Also, the zombie princess is in another castle. Looks like I need my boomstick.

zdarsky: I literally flushed $20 down the drain. Can you retrieve a $20 bill from poo and pee while at work? My answer? No. Saddest flush ever.

rstevens: Bacon bra??? http://flickr.com/photos/briankusler/2337430825/in/photostream/

wilw: The thing about cleaning up zombie corpses is that you never completely get the funk out of your clothes. I need zombie-strength Febreeze.

warrenellis: ghosts nailed to pigmeat. it is time for boats

cascio: dim sum

Sunday. Gales and rain. Home alone until Tuesday evening, if plans hold. Which means, hopefully, I’ll be able to power through much of the rest of the immediate backlog, having taken care of the last emergency job, which was writing the first stage of the animation gig that I’m apparently not allowed to tell you about until June.

That said, I didn’t wake up until 2pm today, and was functionally useless yesterday. I think I was mostly ranting at poor Emma Vieceli about the structure of the Horatio Hornblower stories. Some days I think I’m turning into Steve Aylett’s Jeff Lint, and will end up yelling at strangers about how we’re all ghosts nailed to pigmeat or something…

Horrified Twitter readers yesterday with the following send:

“I have a new ambition. I want to be Davros. A SEXY Davros.”

Two results from this. 1) a few people never watched DOCTOR WHO. 2) A hundred people added themselves to my Twitter list. Go figure. It would seem there’s a small amount of money to be made in Davros fetishism.

FAQ; Apparently a lot of people think I’m going to the New York con this year. I’m not. Nor am I going to San Diego.

Got enough for another short podcast tonight/tomorrow, I think. You all know the deal by now — email mp3s to warrenellis [at] gmail.com if you want to play. Other tips, links, photos, wisdom and filth for consideration go to degaussing [at] googlemail.com

Note to self: if you’re going to wander outside the house to have a cigarette, put some clothes on first.

mattfraction: find of the convention acquired. Missed russ Heath. Steve+Sarah gone too. Mondo marvel ahoy!

Rantz1: A bit overwhelmed by the wall of 'to-do' work... I really can't afford to lose a night driving to LA, argh... Dillema.

Photoblogging reed photoblogging

rstevens: if i couldn't date cartoonists, i'd probably date lawyers agents and microbiologists

cascio: Had a good evening hanging out with friends last night. Same plan tonight, different friends. Good to be home.

From whiteglovetracking.com, clearly nerds after my own heart:

On May 4th, 2025, we asked internet users to help isolate Michael Jackson’s white glove in all 10,060 frames of his nationally televised landmark performance of Billy Jean. 72 hours later 125,000 gloves had been located. wgt_data_v1.txt (listed below) is the culmination of data collected. It is released here for all to download and use as an input into any digital system. Just as the data was gathered collectively it is our hope that it will be visualized collectively.

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wilw: Wait. I can't let them be zombie food; then they'd become zombies, nobody would notice, and I'd be the bad guy for saving us all from them.

wilw: Burying zombie bodies. I'd burn them, but my stupid neighbors would complain. Goddamn ungrateful mundanes. Next time, they're zombie food.

mattfraction: @Rantz1 wasn't told there was an image thing. leaving early evening. oh well.

LibbyBulloff: Breakfast this morning: baked beans, fried eggs, local bacon, purple potatoes.