Comic whoring

I'm not ready to write things that are about me at the moment, so here's a things-that-are-good notice:

Pictures for Sad Children started out as basically just a bitter and silly and caustic and pointless joke comic, but it occurred to me today that it's actually grown a fairly serviceable story. Hell, and the call center, and the Artist's Cafe... it works, you know what I'm saying? Also, it actually makes me laugh out loud fairly often, and that's a thing worth sharing.

(And man, if no one posted you a link to Stevie Might Be a Bear, Maybe, you have missed out.)

EDIT: Also, if you missed Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog the first time around (*raises hand*), sucka's up again. One lump, even.

And the robot therapist renders its judgment

Herewith, Typealyzer's interpretation of this journal's contents:

ESFP - The Performer

The entertaining and friendly type. They are especially attuned to pleasure and beauty and like to fill their surroundings with soft fabrics, bright colors and sweet smells. They live in the present moment and don´t like to plan ahead - they are always in risk of exhausting themselves.

The enjoy work that makes them able to help other people in a concrete and visible way. They tend to avoid conflicts and rarely initiate confrontation - qualities that can make it hard for them in management positions.

I suppose that does describe that subdepartment of my personality which is consistently allowed posting access. (—Well, I don't exactly let it all hang out around here, do I.)

Oh damn, speaking of bright colors, I should probably hang some of those posters I brought down here.

Once upon a time, this question would have been purely academic

You know how on some men, one out of every hundred eyebrow hairs will grow to, like, quadruple the length of its fellows? Does anyone know why that is?