Yukky steamy sun is coming out, now, and I suppose I should go out, at least to the post box and recycling bins. It just gets harder and harder to manouvre my aching body. Mumble...Even if I won the sodding Lotto, how could I go a-rovin' like this?
Trying to finish two pages about the screaming scarecrow dream I had a few weeks ago, for the CAPTION comic.
Watched ROME, which I taped last night. I definitely heart soft-centred killing machine Titus Pullo. Damn, only one more episode.
I keep thinking about that man who used to be on TV variety shows singing MULE TRAIN while whacking himself in the head with a tray. (I didn't make him up, did I? I think it was way back in the 70's...) I am, of course, earwormed, now. Lord have mercy...
I tried googling MULE TRAIN, and lo, here he is! Deal wiv it.