The best part about that trip (aside from nice people, beautiful weather, salt water and tasty onion rings? NOT GETTING A SUNBURN! When over 75% of your ethnic makeup comes from the British Isles, this is no small feat and was greatly aided by 50 SPF sunscreen. Also, in retrospect, that wave wasn't really that big. But it sure felt like it.
So the way I figure it, I have a week or two to make up and then should be all caught up. After that, I'm hoping to shake things up a bit. I'm a little over the half-way mark here and feel I've got a rhythm down, basic plan of action, etc., etc. That said, I don't really feel like I've pushed this comic artistically or thematically as much as I could, so that's where I see there being room for improvement in the second half of '11. Stay tuned.
The second I reached for the broom, I realized this embarrassing bit of domesticity would require comic documentation. Regrettably, though, Fitz and the Tantrums were not available to help me belt out the refrain to "Moneygrabber." Which is too bad, because I had a swiffer (as well as a broom) on hand...
Sometimes when my head's overloaded by life, I think of computers and binary and external hard drives and it all feels so computational. A reboot would be just the ticket, but since that's not feasible, I instead sit on park benches and listen to music and try to halt the nonstop flow of data. And gradually, incrementally, you find if not a cessation, at least a slowing.
(An aside, it wasn't until I finished this that I thought of "Masterfade" and its mention of a sky "full of zeroes and ones," but seeing as I like that song a whole, whole lot, it seems serendipitous).