"I've never been a confident man, I've been in the tall grass all my life, but since you came along now there's one less thing wrong -- even though happiness writes white." -- Harvey Danger, "Happiness Writes White"

I'm at my parents' house for the weekend while they are in Tulsa, keeping an eye on their two blue-point siamese cats. They alternately fight and curl up on top of each other to sleep. (Even when they sleep they posture!) Currently, Elwood is being consoled by his brother, Jake. Elwood has a big, plastic cone around his neck to prevent him from irritating a small cut on his belly. The sight of an elegant creature with a radar dish on his neck makes for a pretty ridiculous contrast.

Sorry, I couldn't help but report the facts. They are fast asleep on the easy chair next to me.

All around, things are going very well... I'm satisfied with the new site design, Jon and I can produce comics on a weekly schedule with comfort, and all things otherwise are sunny. This weekend will be three days long -- maybe I can get some work done, down in the labs, on the various doomsday projects Jon and I once concocted in wicked, twilight hours. Yessiree.