Back to "Normal"

Yup. Here I am again, cozy in my grey box, drinking coffee just to stay awake and trying to decide how to escape the mediocrity I have fallen into. There is only so much musing I can do over my condition here before it all becomes redundant. How many times can I ramble about the mind-numbing pedestrianism of this before my complaints themselves become hackneyed? What do I have to add that you can't see in "Office Space" or read in a "Dilbert" cartoon?

On the subject of cartoons, however, I did accomplish something this weekend other than drinking too much and passing out on the couch. I posted the first new cartoon in my comic series "Sarcastic, Bored, or Somewhat Useless" (SBSU for short). That's the silver lining to this mundane ascetic homage to Pluto: I'm so disgusted by how I must spend my days that my compulsion to work on creative projects is enhanced.

If you are a secret fan of coma babies...

The Vancouver Province, once upon a time a real newspaper, seems to be degrading even further into the realm of yellow press lately, only marginally floating above the level of the Weekly World News. They seem to be targeting the technophobia their readers lately. Today's headline is "Cellphone Companies Secretly Developing Cancer Shields" and on Friday the cover story was about a doctor at Vancouver General Hospital that provided cadavers to the US millitary for secret radiation experiments.

Them gol-dang scientists, always doin' crazy shit an' not 'splainin' it and bein' all secret-like.

Just over an hour to go

I'm so tired. I want to go home and eat, paint, draw, work on the Sin City website, and just generally get the fuck out of here.

I can't decide

Does my life suck or not? Work bit ass, of course. Would you believe I'm actually working on a project for a guy named Raybert. I can't hear his name without thinking "Dogbert". But then I took an alternate way home and I started feeling so much better. Rather than walking over the bridge I took one of the little Granville Island ferries across False Creek so I could stop by the market on the way home. This could become addicting. I love boats, and then walking through the market on the way home is perfect. I can pick up whatever I need for dinner right on the way, not to mention fresh bread, chocolate, flowers, you name it (once I get paid, of course). It just feels so damn human after spending the day in a box.