So I now have a glorious job in retail, selling the chintzy detritus of misguided capitalists, whose fortunes and feculent advertising are built upon the piles of money given them by people with little wisdom, bountiful pocketbooks and sufficient girth to measure doorways with their thighs. With “Christmas” beginning immediately after Halloween, the rush of people to buy the useless crap we sell has been appreciably larger. The long and short of it is, I’m working almost every day. This combined with my recent recovery form the swine flu (yes I had it, no I didn’t get the vaccine, and yes I’m better now) I have been either sick in bed, at work, or sick at work, purell-ing my hands like mad, and singing the praises of scrabble and mad-libs to people with screaming infants. The Mars Corporation owes me a great deal, they have repaid via the stipend that comes in the form of my meager paycheck that will be consumed in its entirety once I start collage in January.

I have, however had a brief stint wherein my father and I partook in Borderlands. it is a fun game . I absolutely love it. I play Roland because I'm awesome like that.

I haven’t really had the appropriate combination of free time, available materials and wellness of being to do much more art than pitiful scrawlings on post-it notes. I have, however, embarked upon the development of a full fledged comic project, with a plot and everything. I’m not sure how all of it will play out, but rest assured; something will happen. Eventually.