Have finally stopped being ill. Which is a good thing. For me, at least.
Also got some really good news yesterday – the Big To now has a girlfriend. Got her in style too – flew down to Cal, fed her dinner at the Grand, spouted at her until she simpered and blushed. Stoob and I are Morris-dancing around the flat and singing ballads about hares and tortoises.
Gah. Three-day bed-stays always mean lots of work piling up. Somewhere before all of this, also managed to read Grant Morrison’s Animal Man, which oscillates between banal and bloody brilliant, Carey’s Lucifer (could have been another Sandman, but choked on its own tail), a few more Dreaming books, some other stuff I cant remember.
Anyway, in the middle of completely random surfing, discovered this and this and this. Enjoy.