Take heed, office donuts: this is war.

First, here's something that's been a long time coming. Pictured at the right is the fabled Playstation 2 game I've been yammering about. Clickety-click for an enlarged view. Whammo! (***Note: This image will be temporarily disabled pending the game's release.***)

It being mid-February and all, I thought it might be time to replace the Christmas card link on the homepage and this seemed as good a candidate as any. (Strangely, I'm still getting emails from folks just seeing it for the first time this week. There's still a link to it on my portfolio page. Just look for the picture of the black cat under the "Digital" section and enjoy the yuletide madness.)
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Listen up, donuts. I know your game.

Oh, you think you're clever, don't you? Admit it. Your little sprinkles and your tasty glaze, you think you're so friggin' special. Just sitting there, pretty as a picture, in your faggoty pink pastry box, right there in the office kitchenette. "Eat me! Maybe just one! Maybe just a half! Kirk brought these in for everyone! It was a kind gesture! Aren't you hungry? Wouldn't I just hit the spot?"

No, donuts. No. As far as I'm concerned, you can go to hell.

I will not be broken by fattening pastry! It's been two weeks without sugar and I will persevere! I haven't felt this good in years, frankly, and I'm well rid of that tooth-rotting, jelly-bellying nuisance!

I will not be beaten.

I WILL NOT BE BEATEN.
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To celebrate the coming of their In Utero offspring, dear chums Gary and Jennie Underwood have set up a website. Pictures! Movie clips! Devotionals! Calendars of events! A 'blog!

If anyone needs a website, it's Gary Underwood. That man has far too much happening in his brain to not share the chaos with the world. Congratulations, Gar. And Jennie. And young, peanut-sized Allison, still chillin' umbilical-style.

Take a look and feel the love.
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More and more and more cool work happening all the time. Just finished a spot illustration for Toys 'R' Us. Hah.
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So, finally, at long last, it's over. After battle on battle on battle, I'm able to receive incoming calls on my cellphone. So, call away: 562-432-8370.

I won't go into the horrid drama that getting that phone number (which you might, if you're a client, recognize as my business line) ported into my cellphone turned out to be. Thankfully now, though, it works.

What this means to me and the dear folks I do my damndest to serve is that I can now take business calls throughout the entire week. Previously, I was really only available on Tuesdays and Fridays, but no more. Anytime, anywhere, any reason... give me a jingle.
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What else. Um. I'm currently driving the wife stark-staring buggo with all I've been finding out recently about 15th century Spain. It's become an obsession of sorts and it's all research for a big, sweeping story I'm going to write later this year.

And, of course, it'll all be illustrated. This will be an enormous job in every possible sense.

But, then, I can't remember the last time I've had this amount of passion for a single story.

More to come.
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Oh, God, I wish I could have a donut.