It's a good morning. Got a new comic up, there's a Samurai Jack marathon on (I love Samurai Jack...it's so...so...charmingly bushido. And visually nifty, as well--even though it's really simplified, it's so well put together that it works very well.) Plus "Justice League" was on this morning, featuring a nifty female samurai villain, so it's been a good cartoon morning all around. I think I'm just a sucker for samurai. My creative restlessness has settled into something a bit more potentially productive, my reading material is teaching me strange and thought-provoking things about caregiving in hanuman langurs (I would be a very bad langur) which will eventually explode, probably here, into a tirade about how the problem isn't that teens are having sex, it's that they're so damn well fed. (I am not proposing that we starve teenagers, mind you, but--well, anyway, wait for it. The rant is percolating.)
Also had a dream last night where there was an alien in the house--one of those annoying take-over-your-body-and-make-slimy-tentacles-explode-from-your-mouth kind. That wasn't the bad part. The bad part was that we'd also gotten this dreadfully eighties hero--sort've a scruffy Mad Max type, only with a guitar, who kept telling me that the key to defeating the alien was rock 'n roll. Even in my dream I wasn't buying this, and kept suggesting we try napalm. Sometimes I think my subconscious mind just likes toying with me.
Oh, and almost forgot--found this while wandering idily through the VCL recents. Go check out her work! Very cool stuff. (Just get used to random plugs of people's art--I generally don't know any of these people, but I feel it's my public duty to point people in the direction of really nifty stuff I find.)