I'm trying to keep my inking brush wet, even though I am extremely busy finishing up my accounting degree. "Did she say accounting?" Yes, accounting. I need a day job that is consistently in demand (the accounting profession predates money somehow), pays well, doesn't involve customer service and won't take over my entire life, so accounting it is.

Skullyflower has been in a holding pattern for the last few years. This is hopefully going to change pretty soon after I graduate, depending on whatever job I wind up getting, and where I wind up living.

In the mean time I am slowly (very, very slowly) inking the third Sammy and Syd comic and will post bits as I finish them. I've actually put all of the comics back up on my website. I took them down, thinking that people might buy more if they couldn't read them for free, but sales didn't improve, so they are back up.

It's been a rough month. Tom's father passed away, (I still can't believe that I won't be seeing him anymore) and the emotional climate has been all over the place.

When things get tough for me to deal with, my imagination goes crazy and starts telling me ridiculous stories which I almost believe.

This time I only wanted to get famous so that the British comedians, Noel Fielding and Julian Barratt might pay attention to me, because I just know it would be so fun to sit around laughing and joking with them all day, and that that is, of course, all that they ever do, so once I was in, that's all that I would have to do and life would be one never ending party.

There are worse ways to cope.

I think I might finally be getting over this Might Boosh obsession now. Maybe.