David Carradine is dead. I guess it's a slow news day. When screen actors die, it's not the same as the death of you or me, because their memory exists indefinitely in the public consciousness as one or more personas. For myself, personally, I already watched him keel over thanks to the exploding heart technique, so this doesn't really come as a huge blow. I did find, however, that after watching anything with Carradine in it, i felt strangely compelled to deliver all my spoken sentences with a slight lisp and a hobbled tempo. Infectious.

Nothing much new in my neck of the woods. I'm hard pressed to even come up with a bland anecdote about bugs I saw. By the way...that's rock-bottom, whenever i make an entry about spiders or birds or crap like that...it's a huge waste of YOUR time to click on some asshole's journal and read about how a guy names spiders and hates birds that fly indoors. But screw you anyway. I saw a bumblebee today and it was HUGE and then it went somewhere.

It was recently revealed to me that my life is boring. I've known this for years but outside sources have confirmed the fact. So i snorted my way through a pound and a half of blow, loaded up on viagra and packed my car to the brim with firearms and hookers and lived, dammit, LIVED. But after a weekend on the razor's edge of sanity, evading police and making frenzied, tearful calls to those i used to call loved ones, I realized that i had absolutely no sense of proportion, and by the time i'd emptied my last clip towards the advancing officers, their forms blurried by my drug-addled haze, it became all too clear that this was a huge hassle. So I managed to frame another guy, who was instantly beaten into a coma by self-hating white officers, and i showed up for work on monday no worse for the wear. I'm officially not boring anymore, but i'm bored.

That's a lie. I've actually remained quite busy working on what's shaping up to be the most rigorous comic work I think i've done. I won't say that it's GREAT, or even GOOD, or even a NON-STOP ROLLERCOASTER OF EXCITEMENT FOR THE WHOLE FAMILY, A SUREFIRE SUMMER EDGE-OF-YOUR-SEAT BLOCKBUSTER but i've been having fun doing it and i feel like i've been pushed into new territory. It's a huge honor to work on a property you're a fan of, and i'm grateful for that every day, even when it's 4 a.m. and i accidentally incorrectly save and close a file that i've labored on for hours. Life is hard, but life is hardest...when you're dumb.

ja, mata