Hey look, I did a comeek. Ernie Pook it is not.
I am intensely interested in Birchfield Close by Jon McNaught.
This past week I made my way through the ellerbisms archive, and moved along to the everyday which will probably take me another day or so. Also I caught up with bad machinery, and am trying to close in on the final chapter of scary go round. It has been a comics binging week.
I watched American Psycho, Batman The Dark Knight, and Battle Royale. Movies have been bloody this week.
To produce a comic every week will I have to rely on binging on British webcomics and bloody b-movies starring Beat Takeshi, or Christian Bale in blockbusters or burlesque adaptions of Bret Easton Ellis books?
Pah! I am now going to read a bunch of Uncle Scrooge comics and watch episodes of Ducktales. Later skaters.