Eric Burns over at Websnark finally gave me a biscuit. Whether or not you agree with his opinions about webcomics, pop culture, or anything else, the Websnark is worth reading. Eric is an excellent writer. Even when lambasting something I love, praising something I hate, or adopting an opinion only lobotomized spider-monkeys could agree with, he writes about it so well I can't help but read to the end.
He likes Schlock Mercenary. Science isn't ready to subject spider-monkeys to my work, so I'm not sure what to make of his opinion on this matter. Incidentally, if one of you has his cat, please give it back. (Not you, Pronto. That's not Eric's cat, that's a four-legged munition.)
In other news, I'm back on the low-carb diet. I feel great, and it's only been two days.
I feel great, BUT it's only been two days. That one cuts both ways, I guess.
Non-sequitur time! Sandra, my wife of 11 years, has a birthday on the 27th. She's the woman who makes Schlock Mercenary possible, what with the bookkeeping, child-rearing, and funny-checking every script I write. There's so much she does to make my life, our life together, and our life with our children wonderful... I can't begin to shower her with sufficient praise. I'd like to shower her with gifts, but there's a small hitch now that we're self-employed. See, she runs the Tayler family finances, and has given me an oppressively tiny budget with which to power said shower.
Sandra has an Amazon Wish List, though, so if you're feeling generous, you can help me make her birthday a bit giftier. Oh, and the usual deal stands -- gifts to Sandra will be reciprocated with a gift of artwork from me. Email me if you've got questions.
Okay, enough of the begging. There's other news in the making (I had a great chat with Steve Jackson this afternoon!), but I'm not going to let the cat out of the bag just yet. And no, Eric, it's not your cat.