Powers letter column this month: funniest thing I've read since I read Chris' future that one time. Everyone's trying to get a chance to guest-write the next lettercol so they're writing all kinds of weird, random shit (under 25 words). So I'm pimping my circ-scar for a shot at the gold. Canadian doctors = nefarious evil! Hey that woulda been way better if I'd come up with an anagram for Canadian doctors that was the equivalent of nefarious evil, but no such effort is in me.

Oh, also? That issue of Powers (#24) was the best one. Ever.

Those geniuses (geniuses!) at the Golden Compass movie's promotion department decided to ape the omnipop internet trope of surveys that tell you which superhero/blaxploitation character/bar of soap you are, and have created a Meet Your Daemon dealie. And so....

Surprisingly effective. I wasn't expecting to see a tiger staring at me, but the name is dead on, and yeah, I think I can buy a tiger. Lyra sure wasn't expecting a pine marten. Fuck, I had to look up "pine marten" on the internet! And there ain't no internet in Lyra's Oxford.

Secular humanists rock.

More storyboarding for Portrait of a Young Artist in My Bed tonight; I did it at Chapters while reading Daredevil (and working out a rather satanic if-I-ever-wrote-Daredevil arc while I was at it). I've really been slacking on the storyboarding on account of how I hate doing them, so I'm planning to crank things back up and get it done in the next few days or so. I'm through the end of scene 14 now. Having fun in spite of myself. One of my descriptions reads: "...drift inward at tail of scene to remove Serena's head and focus on Mark for amazement re: pop." And that is why I do what I do.

Drive shitcanned; Matt once again questions why Fox develops new television series at all. Also: cable's out; no Lost. Fuck TV.