The Further Fall of Darth Rosenberg

I do try to limit my snark these days, but I have to wonder if this is going to be worth a half-hour out of my week just to see new material from Ally Hannigan.

Not that we her die-hard sycophantic fans aren't happy to see she's getting work, and all. Nor to suggest that the sitcom is a format without potential for a kind of Art. But one gets the very strong impression that, having seen the incredible things she's capable of, watching her in this is going to be something like listening to Adrian Belew play a coffee jingle.

The Long Solo Ends

Robert Moog, 1934-2005.

Validation?

One does try to leaven optimism with caution, but I'm all aflutter with the possibility that this may be what we've all been waiting for - an Alan Moore-inspired movie that doesn't suck.

A Penitent Man...

Back from Swampstock XII two days ago, and back to work today, alas. No vacation is ever sufficient.

And the winner of the "Commission-a-Story" auction item is (drumroll) Niels "Kraut Bastard" von Deuten, who walked with it for the bargain price of $5 (and also snagged the missus' Willie Warmer to boot, and let us make no further connexions there). I assume I'll be getting the details on what I'll be working on sometime after he's finished the moving-in process in the next week or so. I'll post updates here when that happens.

In the meantime, I have songs to write.