Hardest thing about washing the eyeballs in an acid bath is to remember to make sure that the little dish with the acid is clean itself. Nothing like getting dirt in while washing it out to really send out a sense of huffingness. And no, not quite a word really. Not quite a word at all really. More a feeling of the exhalation of air in quite defeat.

Interesting gets a ramp up and there is this thing called a sprawling connectivity and here in drives the other end of a series now kicking off with Doktor Sleepless #1. Ellis at it again and thar be reading to be done.

Course, there's the other end of the feeling masses with Futurama Comics #32. There's a port-a-potty involved. No mention of toilet paper though. Like that other time...

Ah, like that.

 

One thing to note when sleeping on the desk of a corporate environment is that there inevitably will be the rustling of other peoples pants and dress skirts. Especially if the desk in cushion (HA!) is in the main thoroughfare. Best find that nook underneath the desk where the shadows lie.

March 8 and here in begins the count down to the final days of daylight savings. Or Daylight Savings. However it feels it needs to be addressed. As salient a point as it appears to be on the calendars of those who look forward to idiot kids in the streets playing extended hours. Enough.

Now, Strangers In Paradise #88, puts the series two away from the end of it all. Closing out the chapter of their lives that has gone on for so long. Haven't been reading it in the single issue form, merely picking it up as a spectacle. More of Moore is absorbed in the collected and pocket book editions. Such a tasty treat of human emotion that be.