It's twelve past two! AM! YaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagodI'm tired. Anyway I just wanted to drop you a line, you nice people that subscribe to me. I had an excellent Christmas and hope you did too. Also I got a graphics tablet so I can try drawing on the computer, and maybe doing some coloured comics...we'll see. Also the make is Bamboo.
Sorry, that's all I wanted to say. I vowed not to return to DeviantART until I had at least 4 new Pure Epic pages. I believe I've done that, and I see I now have a mound of deviations to sieve through, so I'll get back to all of you happy artists individually. As for me, I've just remembered I have to tend my farm before my poinsetta die.

Aurevoir Shosanna!

P.S. Why aren't Troy Bolton costumes manufactured for the above 12's?

Greetings true believers! I've not journal'd for six score days and ten now, so I thought I'd write something new. I have turned my biological clock to MAN (o'clock) and I can legally do more things now. I must post up a picture of me and my cake when I get round to it.
Anyway, Pure Epic will be taking a short intermission. Basically I have written it for a longer while than I did last year and I don't want to run out of steam this time. ALSO me and and partly have come up with a stupendous idea for a new collaborative comic! It's all about these crap super heroes based on ourselves! I just want to do a first issue, for a breadth of fresh air, and I promise I'll cut down on the in-jokes. Plus I'll have Chelsea to help me write funnies, which she does so brilliantly. And you guys! So thanks.
By the way, we haven't come up with a name for the Super Hero Team that will feature in the comic. Please could you help us, for our creative juices have solidified into clots. Thanks again!

Hey hey! I want to make publicity posters for the non-existent film version of Pure Epic and I'm casting actors as the characters, but I've hit a series of snags. I can't for the life of me think of anyone who could carry off Frollo. Seriously, all the ideal people - Ian Richardson, Tony Jay, etc. are all deceased, God rest them. And besides him there's also Poco...are there any Native American actresses? If I don't find anyone I'll have to start using people in an ironic way. In fact, forget my plea, I'm going for ironic, unless anyone can think of good people. Living though, because I could go to town with all the dead actors I know. Thank you beaucoup

Hi again! I don't really have any news, I'm just sick of having that really, really long journal taking up my precious profile space. Good evening! Ahhh, college is back, so I'm sorry Pure Epic isn't coming out by the bucketload any more, but I will do my best to get more done. I'm still really into it. Plus has really got me into the scene I intend to do where Mickey goes to confer with the Fates, with a dash of Greek mythology and stuff.

Also I really, really need to finish that big canvas I told you about a while back. It's coming along now. I've painted some red drapery, a moon-earth and most of a slaughtered ox carcas on a crucifix. But I am not painting in acrylic for almost ever agin! I hate it.

Sorry to bore you, one other thing. My friend BZR (Yes, the Bethan Zeta from the hip band wHitty with an H) has joined Deviant. She's and I suggest you check out her stuff! It's very...unique. Her best can't be uploaded at the moment unfortunately as her modus operandi is colouring pencils, and they don't scan particularly well. But she does a mean comic about a zombie Bartle (That's mean as in cool, not offensive)

Bye my seedlings!

Not that I don't want to, but I got tagged as 1 of 10 lucky people by to do this journal thingamabob. Anyway, I haven't done a journal for a while, so this will fit the bill, it will. There were rules but I've lost them. They went something along these lines:

1:Write ten things about yourself.
2:Tag ten people
3: No tag backs.
4:There was a fourth one.

Anyway, here goes nothing, as they apparently say.

1: I went to a maths camp for a week last March. I shared a room with an Irish boy whose name escapes me and I learned all about the Enigma machines employed by the Nazis during WWII and how Alan Turing managed to break down the de-coding process. That actually really does float my boat.

2: Sometimes I wake up in the night to find I've been sleeping on my arm and the circulation has stopped, and it's like having a dead arm attached to your body. Also it can't feel things and once it hit me in the face as I tried to move it. Eventually it comes too, and it's exactly the same sensation as putting on a pair of merrygold rubber gloves.

3: I am related to David Lloyd George, Prime Minister during WWI. The end of it. He was the cousin of my Gran's great, great auntie's husband.

4: I didn't like music until about a year ago, I only liked film scores with chanting like Jerry Goldsmith's Omen trilogy. This is because I can't pick out the words in songs. Unless I listen to songs many times or read the lyrics, it's just noise to me. I found out recently that that's just me.

5: I am AB+. That means I have both an A protein and a B protein and also the Recess gene in my blood. I've given blood twice despite the fact that my blood is useless to anyone other than my fellow AB+'s, which make up about 3% of people. However I can accept blood from any of you!

6: I'm running out of things...Hmm... Oh yes! I had a near death experience the other week when a drunk car almost colided with me while I was walking the dog. It made a big hole in the wall 3m from where I was standing and then slid towards me.

7: I love my dog lots. Her name's Megan and she's a mongrel of breeds, comprising of bits of Jack Russel, whippet, collie and possibly dalmatian. She's like the Frankenstein of dogs, because she's cross-eyed and pees in her sleep.

8: I live in a semi detached house on a mountain/big hill that used to be a chapel 200 years ago. Now it's my house and I've lived here all my life. There are graves under the garden where I play.

9: 9 is my favourite number. Any combination of 9's will do me.

10: I need a real belter for the last one...hmm... Ok, this isn't about me, but you know Dilaphosaurus, the dinosaur that kills the fat man in Jurassic Park with the fan and venom? Well I only just found out that they had neither fans nor venom. And they were bigger. And they lived in the Jurassic, which was the crap dinosaur times. All the exciting stuff happened in the cretacious. It's been my favourite dinosaur since I was 3.

Anyway, that's me in a media-friendly sound bite. Now it's your turn, victims.