Houses of the Holy
Did you ever have one of those days? You know, where nothing really goes right? Sunday was one of those days for me. Just tiny bits of “stuff” kept getting in my way all damn day. It was an enjoyable Fall day in Chicagoland and the wife and I started to trim some bushes and transplant flowers, etc. Trimming the bushes killed my back, then I slipped in a nice fresh pile of dog crap making that pair of shoes unwearable for a while. I am doing weekly updates for another comic creator (I’ll talk more on Wednesday about this) and I was nearly done inking the first entry when my software froze. Had I saved even one stroke of the inking process? Hell no. What?! I never do that, but I did and that’s how the damn day went. Good Monday morning to you too!
I even found tons of things in this comic that were wrong, so if you find something, be gentle as I may be outside your door with an automatic rifle (used for hunting of course). I changed the title at the very LAST minute. I’m not gonna say what the original was, but it sucked horribly. Not Barry Manilow suck, but almost.
So, even though I’m not a big fan of this Led Zeppelin album, I think it makes a crackin’ good title, don’t you Gromit? Good lad. And at last we’re in California… home of swimming pools, movie stars, and hillbillies… Stand by for 1977 to take over the state as we prepare for Plan 9 to become rock stars. Rock, man…