More weird, sad, infuriating family stuff. Ai, ai ai, my mother...one in a million, she is...
I'm still engaged in my losing batttle with Photoshop. Projects still not finished. Who gives a monkey's; why am I doing this to myself, anyway? I still can't even import an image to get started on, after 9 weeks' intensive. Wah! Gonna have to put the heat on soon, it's dank as a church vault in here, and I'm still full of cold, although greatly improved. Still reading that huge Victor Morosco interview in COMICS JOURNAL. My sub's almost up, and I won't be able to renew it. That will break my heart, although I have to admit I'm not particularly interested in a fair number of the major pieces they run, these days.
POPBITCH is 'on holiday', or in hiding, after all the to-do about the Beckham gossip. Dumb stuff, but a bit worrying. The thought police seem to be pushing thin wedge-ends everywhere, and everyone's too apathetic (including me-) to actually do anything about it...