Hiedy ho, my darling Mammylings.

It's been a busy but largely uneventful weekend here at Crabbey Road Studios. Finished "Wretched" and some other minor tweaking and lots and lots of busy work. Things are starting to clear up a bit and hopefully some sort of cohesion is immeninet.

As for me, I'd hoped to get a bit more done, but I did catch all my movies ("The Incredibles" kicks more ass than should be allowed by law, by the way...) and get music stuff done. Now however, I just feel tired and sickly. Such is the life I lead.

"Mortos der Soul Stealer" is playing in the background right now. It's at the "sammich!" part. Good times.

So, I didn't get any of the writing done I was hoping to this weekend. There's going to be a follow-up Feature with Ray Mileur of the Birdhouse upcoming as well as the usual reviews and some other odds and ends. I'm kicking around the idea for a new short story (possibly novel) but it's not quite there. In the end, either it's there or it's not, so I make no promises.

I can tell when I'm not feeling well--I have this seemingly indecipherable urge to start every sentence with either "So" or "Anyway" and end each one with "so it goes..." So it goes.

Perhaps I'll still get a little writing done this evening. It would be nice to get a dent in some of these projects that seem to be bottlenecking on me, but it's after 5 in the morning and I just kind of want to go into a coma. It's a tough call. Honest.

Hopefully soon I'll have at least a little something worth reporting for the Mammy faithful out there. In the meantime, um, watch this and realize that as sad as your lives might be, it could still get much, much, much worse...

-Joe