I've fought through my own sluggishness and pencilled to-day's page, and am halfway through inking it.
A few quick notes;
Poppy Z. Brite, whose home was destroyed by hurricane Katrina, has been screwed out of four thousand dollars by magazine publisher. As she says in her blog
"I'm not generally one to send out flying monkeys, but if you care to tell Mr. Griffith ( firstname.lastname@example.org ) what you think of a "religious" magazine that cheats freelance writers trying to rebuild their lives after losing their homes, cities, and four months' worth of livelihood, or of a publisher who lies to respected literary organizations in order to save his failing magazine a few bucks, this would be a fine time to do it."
You know what to do.
And lastly, I want to note how much I like seeing Debbie Wasserman Schultz when I turn on C-SPAN.
I AM NOT BORING.