David

• The closer you look at an original William Blake, the more blisteringly crazy he gets. #

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http://xkcd.com/465/

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Oh. It just occurred to me to actually look at my car's license plates, and...

They aren't the plates that are supposed to be on it.

My car's plate number (yes I memorize this, I also memorize my credit card numbers) begins with 47F. The plates that are on it begin with 41F. The last three numbers are the same. Both front and back plates are the same.

They're also way more bent up than I remember them being.

+++MORE DETAILS ON THE GREAT LICENSE PLATE MYSTERY AS IT DEVELOPS+++

SORRY FOR BEING SUSPICIOUS OF YOU LAW ENFORCEMENT

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( Dog and Lizard )

 

Re previous post (Scott Pilgrim colour special on sale now): someone screwed up a number in the store code, that's all. It's not out of stock, and it should be showing up as available again. It's fixed. But geez, go easy on them, guys. Apparently they got over 100 orders like immediately? It's only one guy packing and mailing the damn things.

Re Bear Creek Apartments: We had a crazy day. Linked everywhere server-killing monster of a comic. Thanks to everyone who read it and passed it along! I had to reformat the comic into separate pages until the buzz dies down a bit - I'll change it back to a continuous scroll at some future point, probably, 'cause I like it better that way.

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"A toddler whose remains were found inside a suitcase in Philadelphia in April was starved to death by members of a religious cult, including his mother, in part because he refused to say "amen" after meals, police said."

Listening to the Kronos Quartet covering Sigur Ros' Flugufrelsarinn, music as quiet, rich, and thick as the calm pumping of blood. Sound like running hands over sheets, straightening them out on a September morning, as leaves fall outside, golden and red and silent in the gutters. I'm letting the cello soothe out the jangled nerves of today's news, of going to bed at three and waking up at eight to the telephone ringing with police on the other end wanting to talk about permits and crowd size and kids running around with replica guns.

Karen is considering moving out the end of October. She misses Main St, hopes to find a nice flat there, something vintage with wooden floors and windows that get stuck when it rains. I've been worried about her lately, she's been absent from the house a lot, and I know her family isn't as supportive as they could be, little things that add up into hoping she's okay, so it's nice to know that she's well and together enough to keep on top of things. Plans will coalesce, they will calcify, they will become fact. It's one of the nice things about living, how we continue to change and transform and become more of who we are as we become who we think we need to be. I hope that wherever she finds, she gets to paint her room again, whatever shade of light, minty lime green she likes best.

David will be moving soon, too, though more immediately, at the end of the month. No longer will he be staying with me as his place becomes piles of boxes full of books, instead the two of us will be staying up too late, unpacking his life-things into a nice, wine coloured room in a big house across from the Ridge Theater on Arbutus. I'm looking forward to it. I'm going to teach him how to make really nice, to-the-ceiling cinderblock shelves, (remember to pad the ends of the blocks with hidden felt), and lie in the garden with the rabbits hopping on leashes as the city drowns around us in every day, ordinary life. I might not have very much passion these days, but I can see putting a mild time aside for just that sort of thing, and being okay.

It's coming in September. Tell your Comic Store it's Diamond Order Code: JUN084075

And yes, were I religiously minded, I'm sure I'd be going to hell for this one. But come on, Jesus would rather appear on toast and oil slicks these days, you think he'd really care?

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