Oh no! He's just called something the ultimate low! Red reg to the mediasphere! Watch things hurtle towards the plughole, again. On the other hand, I can at least feel relieved that no-one is paying me to watch television I hate.
No, instead, I'm listening to music I love and puzzling through why things are making me irrationally angry when they merely reflect normal human failings. At least that mystery has been solved, but not before I wrote a comic about it, which made me feel a little better. That makes it five comics in the finish-me-now pile now. They'd be weekly if I ever got them finished, you know.
Here's the first two panels of number 1 in that pile, the rest to follow when I've coloured it in, which I hope will be soon.
the seven rules of sofa club Well, the first two rules, anyway. |
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Tenovertwelvers, your CDs are in the post. I know they'll get to you OK becuase a post office staffer in an Alice in Wonderland costume told me how to use the robot tills.
Lower State of Consciousness By |