burning cortex

Finally made it through the large stack of graphic novels and back to the Dave Sim collected letters volume, which is now setting my brain on fire. It’s quite an intriguing mix of brilliant and questionable insights (and I’m not even halfway through). The fragments of my brain not being consumed by that are hopping into the conflagration struck alight by the collision of the two projects I’m writing.

(Started this post on the camera phone, which is probably where most of the posts will be coming from, as I have discovered the predictive text function and I am a lazy bastard who likes being able to post from wherever the hell I am. It does mean the posts will likely be shorter (this one cut off in the middle of the word “writing”), but there will be pictures to go along with the posts. Anyway, I’m off to pick up something for the girlfriend before we run off to see My Morning Jacket)