And of course, the big news today is that we're all going to eviscerated by CERN's Large Hadron Collider - which is nice. Still, you've got until August before the very fabric of time and space begins to turn in on itself like a cosmic kernel of popping corn. Plenty of time to finish that model rail road, write that novel or read the latest comic before your insides become your outsides and you're left lying on the wall staring at David Bowie spinning crystal balls.

Been playing around with the free creature editor...

But he's more of an eric monster... some swamp creature who has consumed Eric whole so now conforms to the shape of his slowly digested body... but it's a start right?

So we're on a new server now. Not very interesting, but it's the culmination of a weeks work for me so you should appreciate the invisible work! It should be faster, able to handle some visitors able to handle spammers

When you're 20, you like to get "drunk". It's all the rage to be "drunk" at that age. You might think that someone who's drunk is "A Drunk". This title however, like wisdom, comes only with age and experience - for you see there are subtle differences unrecognisable to the uninitiated.

I can teach you the way, young jedi.

RGH has had a bit of downtime due to being hacked. I've been working on getting everything back to normal - a server change etc. I'll give you the full run down soon!

Argh! is also down at the moment, but this is going to be back up and running before you can say something long enough to be slightly uncomfortably long for all involved parties. I'd suggest you hold your breath.

After this I will go underground and take a secret vow to devote the rest of my life as a vigilante, doing all in my power to destroy hackers, spammers and script kiddies. The internet shall be free again!

Art imitates life... Much like our beloved protagonist, I got this swell new phone. I won't say what it is cause that sounds a little too much like a plug, but just let me say it does everything. Surfs the web... Gives you directions... Makes you breakfast... Transforms into a neat little platonic robot friend that will keep you company on lonely winter nights. It's just swell!

I've been trying out a new technique with the comics. It involves actually drawing them on paper (with a pencil... thats "p... e... n... c... i... l...") so somewhere along the way, eric turned into "lil' eric". Not sure where I stand on this controversial issue, but as Al Green says, "thats the way it is".

Yeah so, dreams are weird. I wake myself up when I talk in my sleep. I woke up the other morning mumbling something along the lines of

"and now with this we'll be able to finally cure cancer.... huh?"

The world can't have that cure because daylight decided it was much more important to wake me up so I could take the garbage out. What feats of humanity are lost to the sea of slumber my friends? What insights are sold to the sand man while the world rests? Ask not, for "a great many" may be the answer you find. Then again "Not really very many" may be the answer you may find... Perhaps "erm none... they're all rubbish" might manifest as the solution to this eternal riddle. One may never know (but one could totally guess)