I've been reading comments on YouTube about the tsunami in Japan:

Since the only comments I've been seeing are spam, I've added a word verification step to leaving comments. Not that it matters, just sayin.

I haven't blogged in a long time and that's because I'm doing most of my ranting and raving on my newsletter now (http://tinyletter.com/steevo, if you're interested), but I thought it was time to come back and say a few things.

I've been looking into The Creator's Front For Diversity In Comics a little lately and they seem to have a good message. The problem is they don't seem to actually be plugging any comics directly. What should I be reading, Creator's Front? Tell me, better yet, tell people who can afford to buy the books.

I think it would be cool for them to set up an actual publishing house, if they can get the funds. Maybe just a single book (a la cLint) that showcases indy writers and artists. I dunno, I just think they need to do more than rage at the establishment without providing alternatives.

In other news, I will, in short order, be putting out a book of old works of mine. This should happen fairly soon and hopefully people will like it. We'll see, a lot of it is not stuff I would write anymore and I'm not sure I like it, though that could be because it's tough to like my writing after I've had some space from it. I'm constantly shifting mind frames. So I'll put it out there and we'll see.

I'm also slowly working on compiling the Life After Death stories written so far into a book. I think it will be about 300 pages long, which is kind of cool. That's quite a lot of writing we did without even realizing it.

Anyway, that's it for now. Keep it real.

A Poem To Remember

Remember, remember the Fifth of November,
the Gunpowder Treason and Plot,

I see no reason the Gunpowder Treason should ever be forgot...

T-Day

The world will end in gravy and all that will be left is our desire to save ourselves (some room for dessert). We no longer have the luxury of viewing the world through cranberry tinted goggles. Our oppressors will mash us under their boots like so many potatoes. Over the beans and through the red cabbage, forests of carrots and peas impede our every step, and then we reach the promised land...and it is not what we thought, oh no, we're too late. The turkinator has been awaiting this day of vengeance and his bloodthirst will be sated.

Plus football.