Dweeeeeeeeeeebs.
What’s this? Lyrics for “Danger Zone”?
Yessssssssss. I bet you did. >_>
Clearly.
May 2011
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Well, THAT worked …
Covering a wonderful comic that addresses (a lot better than I ever could) what it’s like to have epilepsy, how to get through your lower times in such a case, and what to tell friends if they want to help you. I love it.
Was a bit sick, I fear. So here you go.
In which things go a bit poorly, I fear …
In which I only do one page, but I think it’s kind of a neato page.
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Sad Cyclops in … er … shadow.
In which I discuss the fact that apparently some people being successful means other people can’t be.
In which I share a very awesome trailer thingy.
Shadow-smushing in the park.
- Moffat: Hey Neil, I know it's your episode and everything... but I have a great plot twist for you.
- Gaiman: Do tell, Steven.
- Moffat: Kill Rory.
- Gaiman: What?
- Moffat: Just kill him, it's what I do when I get writers block.
- Gaiman: But-
- Moffat: Kill him.
Look who’s a clever girl and can number days now.
There’s some new specs up in here for this week.
I seem to not know what day it is. Here we go.
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My editor really did a good job of picking something relevant for me this week. I’m impressed and surprised. Wild.
In which I just yoink Luna-C show pics from someone else to write up my report.
Getting a little Mazinger, eh?
Two more pages of that stuff I do.
A video of a thing what I did in England.
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More omake-ness … this time, resenting two implications.
Musing on if webcomicking while socializing is a dick move or not.
A bit of filler today while the Co-Writer person gets his new place in order.
A specific person? In that case, probably Johnny Depp. I’d have a solid career for the rest of my life, and looking in the mirror would be a bit nice.




