Sorry, miss - I was giving myself an oil job

Unproductive day is unproductive.  But I did get to see Superman vs The Elite (terrible), The Magnificent Seven (okay), Planet of the Apes (class), and the season finale of Legend of Korra (that'll do, series), so yeah, I think I might have a notion why I did not have a productive day.

You're still a wierd little dude and you'll probably be single for quite some time but I think we can keep you out of jail

Watching Magnum for most of the day, but now I'll wash away the sour taste of that time I was drawing comics for all of five minutes with some beer...

I can't afford lube, I just use my tears

Obvious balloon space is obvious.
I am also now willing to admit that I am the only person who thought that the cover to Astonishing X-Men 50

is much, much more gay than the cover to Astonishing X-Men 51, which is a feat given that Astonishing X-Men 51 has an actual gay wedding on it.

When you find yourself not impressed at all by the Kiss comic, it's best to remember them for what they're actually good at:


I love that song unironically, God help me.  It's fantastic.

Get back here, you backwards hill-people - there is evidence in that shark!

Didn't get much done today as I crawled out of the kipper at a disgraceful 2:30, the consequence of being actual proper unemployed now instead of just having a lot of free time in my afternoons, though I did manage some bad inking on a terrible design for a robot that I'm sadly locked into it as he appeared in a book that saw print about five years ago.
The first Dredd trailer hit today, and being an action movie snob - yes, there are such things -  I found it looked generic and more than a little dumb, but that's what all trailers look like these days so there's no point slagging it this early, especially since there's a glimpse of the odd bit of potential even if "this future-drug makes things happen IN SLOW MOTION" is just begging to be laughed at in its stupid ten-years-too-late-to-be-satire face.

Although it's worth saying that the Hall Of Justice looks like some sort of rad nightclub.

You know what we should do? We should enrol you in some man classes.

Just a quick post to meet the daily obligations.  I am currently watching Aliens and the downstairs flat is apparently getting a goat to cut the grass out back, and I do not mean a person who is derogatorily referred to as a goat who will use tools and utensils to trim the foliage, I mean an actual mammalian bovidae who will eat it with his actual goat teeth, because when you are a guy fixin' up a flat with no roofing, flooring, working electrics, ventilation, and which has been declared unfit for human habitation on two separate occasions, what you really need to top things off  in the eyes of your upstairs neighbors is a quadruped of the capra genus running around and shitting on everything because the last time you went into the back yard you somehow managed to smash all the gates into tiny gate pieces.
I think the downstairs landlord is an idiot, is what I am saying.
Or perhaps a genius.  I just realise now that "unfit for human habitation" does not apply to goats.  Of course, goats can't pay rent - or can they?  I'm so confused now...
John Cena is a man with many words on his resume: actor, singer, rapper, comedian, wrestler - unfortunately they all come right after the word "failed", though I have a soft spot for Bad Man, the video starring as it does the late Gary Coleman, who once starred in Buck Rogers in the 25th Century telling a space villain not to be "laying any of that Doctor Doom jive," and that is good enough for me.

The better one feels about one's self, the better the rest of the world looks

Placeholder post, as I'm just trying to get back into a daily posting routine so as to make myself actually work during the day rather than just amble about until chores or babysitting someone or other presents itself as a distraction.  Mostly I am listening to podcasts about film-making and Bee Gees.  Go on, no-one's looking - you know you want to:

If you don't jump on top of this, I'm breaking out my birthday money and making it rain

Now I remember why I hate drawing Batman.

Nowt much doing at the moment.  Been on a detective tv show binge as I burn my way through Magnum PI's fifth season, Psych (which I am convinced has been carbon-copied by the BBC's Sherlock), Longmire, some episodes of Dirk Gently that had been languishing on my PS3 awaiting my clearing them off so I could install Lollipop Chainsaw, and Australia's Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries, which is an adaptation of the novel series and a timely reminder why we have internet piracy.
The latter is a pretty decent adaptation of the novels, though it's been years since I've read Cocaine Blues so I'm not sure if main character Phryne was always quite so Sue-ish, but her Great War backstory remains largely intact, which I thought brave as it ultimately paints her in a less flattering light down the line if they follow through with showing all of it, particularly her PTSD years in Paris.  Worth a gander if you like your period detective yarns with a bit of sexual enlightenment, but if not it's a gun-toting flapper in 1930s Australia solving murders and shagging anything that moves, what's not to like about that premise?