Hello, is it me you’re looking for.

I’m wearing a striped t-shirt over the top of a striped long-sleeved shirt today. I am the Inception of shirts.

Been fondling my website recently, so now a few more little details work the way they should. The WORDS page has a bunch of writing samples that show off my amazing talents, and you can learn about me and my work on the ABOUT page. Incidentally, if you want to email me about work you can do that here.

I also made a gallery page which has all the bits and pieces of art I could find floating around the internet. I have a boatload more of course, but it’s mostly scraps of paper and scanning is hard. A man is not a machine. Sort of on that front: I have been working on Error/Mistake a lot recently and I am slowly nutting out the details. It becomes increasingly clear that I will need to find an artist with ACTUAL TALENT, however.

This site needs a new header. Suggestions? Something cool and stuff and things.

P.S. BUY MY WIFE’S BOOK. BUY IT NOW. It’s about the internet and virtual reality and murder and it has lasers and gothic lolitas and STUFF. Buy it and love it.

A Simple Mistake.

I almost forgot I had a website.

Anyway, things are slowly fixing themselves. I managed to make the menu look less broken, even though it is still totally broken. Also now you can see what I’ve been doing on TWITTER down the side there. Woop woop.

One of the two comic projects I am working on is going well and is up to the scriptwriting stage. Otherwise known as The Point Where My Brain Gives Up. FINGERS CROSSED. It’s my pet superhero project though and I’m rather proud of it, so I don’t anticipate letting it go. Look forward to reading Mistake in the future.

Heartpunch is just waiting for me to start it…

And family are visiting this weekend, all the way from Australia to New Zealand. I hope they can handle all the niceness people ooze over here. Mother, mother-in-law, father-in-law and brother-in-law. The latter is staying with Rachel and I, so anticipate her telling us to quit playing damn video games and go to (damn) bed. Damn.