My computer got some kind of ridiculous virus last night and it looks like, if it's going to be okay, it won't be until late to-night. So I'm at Tim's now and communication from me may be scarce.
I'm sad to hear Paul Newman died. He was a great actor, very raw and unrestrained when he was young.
I can't be terribly articulate right now. More later, if my computer survives. This would happen when I'm behind on my comic. I feel hexed. A street lamp fell onto the street by my house to-night and while I was stuck at the relative's house all day, I was playing Solitare on my iPod and didn't win once. Bad signs everywhere.
Gods, I hope my computer survives the night.