Midnight brings potato chips and a ghost cat.

Relaxing with Eddie Campbell's 'Alec' omnibus. Also gin.

Right. Turkey is be-buttered, saged, and aromaticated with all kinds of fun and my secret ingredient.
What's my secret ingredient you ask?

Rolling up my sleeves, getting to work. Alan Moore mutters about magic, keeping me company while I try my hand at alchemy in the kitchen.

It occurs to me that getting a Thanksgiving meal on the table successfully has as much to do with choreography as it does culinary.

Working from the home office this morning. The music is loud. The tea is hot. The pajamas are baggy.

Observation: "Damage" is essentially the same plot as "A Fish Called Wanda" minus the heist.

Me and Sophie just watched the last (and final) episode of Brave and the Bold. I got a little choked up. I'll miss this version of Batman.

My office is kind of a nightclub right now. You're all missing out... ping.fm/Igdf7

forgoing my usual habit of taking Friday night off in order to get the final phase of "The Cradle" back on track.