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Fair Warning

All this alleged end of the world crap has me thinking that I may have to spend a large portion of 2012 shooting people for talking shit about the mayan calendar. Also, just for pronouncing it "expresso" but that was probably going to happen anyway.

Also, about halfway through both my main stories for Don't Panic! 3, with a fake ad done already, all is well. I'm just waiting for the universe to fuck me over big time.

Shiny gubbins

Also; this item is taaasty. 

Progress. Delicious, nutritious progress!

Working my way through issue 3 of Don't Panic now, about half-way through blocking out Atnas and started work storyboarding what may end up being my first multi-part story. I feel productive. Go me. 

Injured.

So, cycling home last night, I swerve to avoid something that ran out in front of me, clipped a roadworks sign and came off the bike. I am currently resting, but fucking hell, I am agonised. I'm just hoping this won't delay Don't Panic! 2 (which I've been working on, hence lack of blogging.) but since my writing hand hurts second most, I'm not optimistic. Shit.

And I missed photoshop being delivered. Double shit.

Shiny Gubbins.

From the internets. Thank you, Warren Ellis.

Madness and death await you all!

Well no, that's a lie. More bloggery is the limit of my shenanigans at the minute. Just home from work and knackered, though I'm planning some more Don't Panic work before bed, along with a delightful banoffee hot chocolate. Mwaaaa! So I hvae some more Cyril! The Action Monk in my head, along with a stupendously silly idea that I'm not even sure'll be worth the effort, but when has that ever stopped me.

So, something of a guilt post, I seem to be neglecting ye olde blog at the minute. Personally, I blame this whole "full-time job" bit. It's just not pleasant.

Dream sweetly, audience meat. Or Debbie as you're known at the minute....