So, LAST night, I dreamed that I was reading "Little Dorrit" (a book which, to my shame, I've never actually read) and that I entered the story. The story, as my subconscious imagined it, is of a small orphan boy who lives in London. So far, so Dickensian. My small orphan boy befriended another small boy, who was the favorite of some pompous- ( Read more... )

Last night I dreamed that the mean gay guy from "Groomer Has It" told me that black lingerie was now obsolete and that I should get rid of all of mine. I was like "But this bra is brand new!" and he was like "Okay, but don't wear it under anything nice."

What?

I never hung out in online chat rooms when I was a teenager, but I've done it a few times recently. Word to the wise: Don't.

I wish there would be one more television station merger. I would totally tune in to MSNBCBS.

Hilariously baffling foreign movie posters, thanks to Adri.

You can tell it's the Christmas season - I changed my cell phone ringtone to the Nutcracker overture.

As I drew the second Dalek in the middle of my notes, I remembered why I usually use a laptop.

I don't usually post twice in one day, and certainly not two comics in one day, but I can't help myself. It shouldn't be too hard to figure out why this one particularly appealed to me.


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