...crazy dreams - monkeys fisting me, I mean, that's kind of wierd, right?

Anyone following the blog AHAHAHAHAHAHA why am I laughing I am actually quite sad will remember I have to pitch y'all a comic strip by throwing my idea out there with a detailed product description, graphs, market research and some focus group feedback - well okay, I will write a paragraph with the rough idea then do a bunch of sketches and a sample page or two, I'm not Hollywood here - but buggered if I didn't go and take my first brain fart to submit it somewhere in the blind hope of success that drives many a sane man to insane actions like... oh, actually making an effort to make a living.
What that basically means is that I'll post it here later when I fail.
In the meantime, I shall pad the blog with screen grabs, nonsensical titles and general waffle -business as usual!

I am going to teach these girls to kill and gut a pig tonight, Danny

Been watching:
Our Friends In The North.  Like most BBC fare it is a show not afraid of the loving embrace of cliche, but has the odd good performance and an early glimpse of future Bond Danny Craig.  I gather this was a big deal at the time, though I'm not sure why.
Weeds seasons 6-7.  Maybe I am remembering wrongly because it has been a while since I saw this show, but characters didn't seem to act quite so arbitrarily before, though Nancy's eldest son remains reliably and deeply unlikeable - mainly I think because he does that thing where he calls one or more of his parents by their first name, which I cite as being up there with hating dogs as a sure sign of a rum 'un.  A lady friend points to matriarch Nancy as being the major troubling presence because of her quote wonky mouth that makes her drink stuff all the time to disguise it unquote, but I put that down to women occasionally not liking each other for reasons I am not allowed to fathom because penis that's why.
Space 1999.  I occasionally come back to watching episodes of this stored on my PS3 and it is a daffy load of old balls and no mistake.  Often nonsensical even by its own random logic, it's saved by great FX, a stonking theme tune, and a surplus of ideas which later sci-fi shows like Star Trek: the Next Generation would come to owe a great deal.

From now on I'm gonna take my baths at the YMCA like daddy does

Didn't have time for much blather this week as I was busy away from the scribbling doing other stuff - lesser men would probably fill their blogs with talk of their bout with man-flu or something, but I consider anything short of blood-stained mucus to not even warrant a second glance into the hanky.  Also, instead of running up a comic pitch each month here on the blog, I need to patent the name Blood Stained Mucus quickly before some punk revivalist scumbag snipes it and bungs it on a ballad about his dead cat or whatever it is those jerks sing about these days.

When life gives you lemonade make lemons and life will be all like whaaaaat?

Don't name him, just jab a hook in his face

Another hit and run post because that is what happens when you start work at 10pm - you choke when you have to come up with blog filler.

Nobody's having sex and someone's yelling

Just stopping in to post a screen grab to show that work continues at Brigonos Towers* on a comic that was completely finished four years ago...

* I do not call my house this.

This is the most unfun threesome I've ever been a part of

Still on the retro kick, only three or so more pages of rejigging and then I can give up entirely and go back to heavy drinking during the day.  Sorry - thinking out loud again.  I really should stop typing it out after these thoughts occur to me, or at the very least just delete what I've already written.  Anyway - a couple more pages and hopefully I can put this turkey to bed and move onto the next pitch...