Heh. Noir. Love noir. Finals this week and next, then a couple of weeks or so off, if you feel like throwing up some rough noir stuff (hint-hint!)…

Between school, work, computer problems (get the Cintiqs, you can always update your portfolio you know) etc., “Trains” is really acting like a dysfunctional train system, isn’t it?

So, is this French noir guy who fights ogres and witches working with the fairy, or are they destined to meet up during a case? That’s how Melrose Plant started hanging out with Richard Jury, you know (Martha Grimes’s Richard Jury series, which got a little too dark for my taste when it dealt with snuff films).

Had a bad infection in my toe. Got the Red Line of Blood Poisoning and sat at emergency for five hours with the autistic thirdborn, who weathered it pretty well. Must’ve been the addition of Fluoxitine to his medicinal cocktail. Anyway, toe’s on the mend, medicine is taken regularily (with food), and the husband and daughter ought to be back from their half of the family vacation by Friday.

Sure have missed you!