It looks like the Global Economic Crisis has taken it's toll on Rich Gentlemen Hide.

So, I'm not dead. I've been working on a new version of The Argh! which will contain a bunch of new features, as well as hopefully provide the backend to Rich Gentlemen Hide itself. I've also been flat out working on some animation commissions, which has been great for the wallet, but not so good for RGH. I'm full of nervous excitement about the election, and am full of nervous excitement about a pasta I am preparing for lunch. My favourite colour is blue, and I am a Virgo.

Also, I don't care if humans are a bit shit. I still love them.

Noses are definitely overrated... They're an extra several lines to add on a face and they don't really bring any emotion(ality) to a scene. I hereby denounce noses.

Here... Have some Webby Webs

So I'm working on a secret project. There's not much you can talk about when you are working on a secret project. You're left looking like you're doing nothing - like you're sitting around the house all day alphabetizing your tins of canned soup - when in actuality you're knee deep in steam punk gear and there are strange flashes of light coming from under your door. It doesn't bode well for your twitter feed either. Bond's twitter feed for example must be pretty weak with all his secrecy. (Besides, there's probably only so many times you can twitter "Currently making love to a gorgeous, but deadly assassin" before it starts to get old)

I'm going somewhere with this. Damn... I think i've arrived at this point in the post without any ability to segue to the comic. Let's see. Secret projects -> Secrecy -> Wall Street -> Warren Buffet -> Buffet Bot! Engage!

Phew!

They say necessity is the mother of invention. So that probably makes laziness its abusive, alcoholic father.

I'm not sure what abomination of parenthood necessitated this though ->
Maybe some guy escaped a bear attack with only enough limbs and fingers left to scrawl out the blueprint for a knife that injects frozen gas into the blood stream? Clawing his way back to safety with his one remaining arm and 3 remaining fingers, he must have managed to let a nearby lumberjack know his grand invention before passing away. He obviously wanted to say "It's a knife that injects a ball of frozen gas into the blood stream and then explodes into a swarm of tiny robotic wasps made out of razor blades that go directly for the eyes" but peeled away from this mortal coil before his epic vision could be adequately communicated.

Anyway, I'm not sure where I'm going with this. There is a new comic though, arguably related to inventing things, so enjoy. Invented anything good yourself?

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?