Truly, I could smooch WorkPalNick for letting me know about this:

(Yes, this picture is way too big but at the moment I’m too lazy to fix it!)

Free open houses are Wednesdays at 4. Whaddaya know, it’s Wednesday! It’s just crazy, these coincidences.

Finished pass 1 of the mad dash FRANKENSTEIN thing I’ve been working on. Handed off to the artist (who is awesome; I would say who he is but I haven’t asked). He really dug it except for a few shots that were “too Berni.” He is, of course, absolutely right. The stuff just got burned into my eyeballs, is all. Next up: settling in for the dialogue. Early 19th century, something I never do. To get in the spirit, I ordered that really bad Kenneth Branagh remake from a dozen years back. I remember going to see this in the theater with my crazy roommate. I haven’t seen it since then, yet I still see images of Branagh flouncing around the laboratory; shirt off, chest heaving and muscles rippling. Burned into my eyeballs.

(As a side note, thank goodness my crazy roommate phase didn’t last very long. Only two years and I was out on my own.)

I received a ping yesterday from an editor about a very cool recurring gig. Not comics, in case you’re wondering, but just as cool. Looks like it’s a go. Want to yell from the rooftops. Darn, I wish I didn’t have to be so oblique.