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The preponderance of the small
The preponderance of the awesome

This month's theme is...corvids

The crow drawings are finished. And now, my friend Bill — you remember him — has just finished making an absolutely splendid new friend: a glove puppet made of felt and wire which is more crow-ish than any of my drawings. Genuflections to you, Bill: this crow rocks!

Vanity case

But I can't help it. The locks are gone! Shorn for spring...and my efforts to erase the messy bathroom mirror background shows even better exactly how Pluvialis now has.....sci-fi hair!

Agony Aunt

Oh yes! Today, in the Guardian's Agony Aunt page, a letter to which we, as readers, are invited to respond:

We have been married for six years and don't have children. My husband has a business that isn't doing well but he doesn't try to improve its performance, while I work extremely hard to support us. We've had many problems communicating about family and money — he resents that I call him lazy and irresponsible.

About a year ago, he changed the way he dresses, started to work out, and staying late at the office. I caught him watching internet pornography again — when this happened a couple of years ago, we almost divorced. Recently, I suspected that something was going on with a secretary at his workplace, but he denied it. One day, I planted a recording device in his office, and sure enough, she flirted with him shamelessly and he responded with enthusiasm. I demanded he fire her the next day, which he reluctantly did. He still denied having an affair and was resentful of my criticisms of her behaviour. Afterwards, I sent him articles on how hurtful an "emotional" affair can be, and he tried to justify his actions by attributing it to his need for attention. He said he is attracted to her because she is sweet, non-judgmental, and he needs somebody to talk to without worrying about being right.

My dilemma is whether to get divorced. I want to forgive him and start our life together again, but don't know if I can forgive him knowing that he was using me and willing to hurt me for the sake of his own happiness.

Agony aunt Pluvialis says: PLEASE, PLEASE divorce this poor, poor man, you complete and utter nightmare of a human being.

Number one in New York City! Number one in ... Memphis!

Ah, the Jon Spencer Blues Explosion.

Back in the day. And I'd forgotten how downright dirty and fabulous and funny JSBX were. Or are.

I'd completely forgotten about this video, too. Winona Ryder does a Jon Spencer impersonation that might just be her finest performance ever. Check out Giovanni Ribisi and John Reilly as Russell Simins and Judah Bauer.

I promise never to write about music again. But it made me so DANG happy finding this on youtube last night....

I've had a few

Regrets. Right now, I regret turning the heating off this morning, and drinking that cup of coffee at just before midnight. It's getting on for 2am; I have to do some examining tomorrow (no doctor jokes per-lease) and need my wits about me, thusly. And am wide awake, and very cold. Pah.

But it's all fine, because I'm FTP-ing up a storm. Off go the crow pics to the Big Publisher people. Luckily so; because I don't know if my poor CNS could manage another night of three hours sleep.

Being hugely tired is cheaper than getting drunk, though! Had to walk into town to get more art supplies today. Enjoyed the bottom-of-the-swimming pool feeling of disorientation. Not so keen on the headache and the grains-of-ash-in-the-blood feeling, though. Nor the half cup of coffee I spilt over myself in a sudden loss of motor ability shortly afterwards.

Lord, I am tired. Here's a broody rook.

Meeeep!

Seriously, who are these people?

Harry Hutton's perfect response to this ghastly, ghastly article.

I only go out with guys who read Mycenaean potsherds in the original Linear B. For me, Attic Greek's a real deal-breaker.