Waking Up Dead (Nearly)

I spent most of my day today sick as a dog. Coughing, sniffling, spitting up things that look like they might have been recovered from the ruins of the Titanic. I was horrible sick. Got up and went into town for Day-Quil and then back home again. Missed work. Horrible day.

But I didn't forget to review either Franz Ferdinand's new CD or Shark Boy and Lava Girl, (I'm just not doing them tonight) nor will I forget to review the new Lemony Snicket book that I picked up when I got my Day-Quil. I shouldn't have wasted that money, I know, but I love those books, and I needed the new one. Besides, I wasted money on much more terrible things recently, and this one was at least a piece of fine literature. So sue me.

In other news, Lisa Snellings has recently created a new Ratbag sculpture just in time for the Haunted Season in the form of the Grim Ratter (Third from the top on the right). This guy is near and dear to my heart, and is currently on crazy-ass SALE! So please, go over and order a gross of these little harbingers of the hereafter. You will NOT be disappointed. As soon as I have my piggy bank filled up, I'm going to add the Neil, Bad-Bad, and Chester Rats to my personal collection, which is growing as I speak!

Nothing says "Baby Shower!" like a Skeletal Rat of Doom (but I'd personally go with either Baby Pink or Blue, near the bottom, as most babies don't like dead things the way mine did).

Gotta catchem all!

Speaking of Halloween, and dressing up (smoooth segue), here's a link that will blow your complete mind out in one jiggly lump: The countless Self-Portraits of Asya Schween at myownself.com.
I mean it. One. Jiggly. Lump.

And more Halloween madness over at: frightcatalog.com. It's... pretty much what it sounds like, but so much more.

Oh... and be sure to check out the newest Girl in the Clubhouse article by Johanna Stokes over at Comic Book Resources, especially if you are a slack-ass comic book retailer. This one's titled HOW TO GET GIRLS INTO YOUR COMIC SHOPS . (Another one to skip if you are not a comic book geek, such as I am. Actually, dammit, go read it anyway. You might just learn something about retail, life, women, etc. you uptight butt-clenching preppy. Think of it as Zen and the Art of Comic Book Shop Maintenance... without the Zen, but lots of nice philosophy.)

Oooh! And stay tuned! I will be posting up some artwork created by none other than my own talented wife! She is currently piecing together soldered sea-glass/stained-glass creations, and she is so totally off the hook (what does that even mean? I think I'm trying to sound young. Just roll with it, bitch.) and I'm in the mood to share a few of her pieces with y'all (my family's from N.C. so I own the 'y'all').

I'm up much too late, my throat still hurts a little, and I told my boss that I would be at wrk tomorrow, so you people HAVE to let me alone now.

Shoo!