Ack.

My computer, she is broken. So it would require a substantial effort on my behalf to cook up the comics you so desperately crave. And by substantial, I mean some. I would do anything for love, my Blogspot compatriots. But I won't do that.

Y'know, Blondie wrote an unusual amount of songs about calling people on the phone. Me, I hate the phone. But I can certainly respect Deborah Harry's right to artistic expression.

We have a new alarm clock. It can project the time onto the ceiling. Witchcraft!