I was going to talk about sidewalks, but I�m running out of time for this week, so�.

THE RETURN OF THE TAP DANCING FLY!!!

i'm a dancing fly
i do soft shoe
i'm a dancing fly
i bathe in poo-poo
i am just a filler gag
some chloroform on a rag
for when time begins to nag
and eyelids begin to sag
i�m just a waste of space
and i�m going now

I need sugar and caffeine. And maybe a back rub. And about a hundred more words.

I can�t find my notes for the original version of R�n�R, which is sad, because I wanted to use some excerpts as filler here. Instead, I must ponder the odd way in which my characters can�t seem to look the same from panel to panel. There is some possibility that I am incapable of drawing. Yes, I shall complain about how I can�t draw. Because that isn�t slowly becoming clich� and tiresome. I am an original obnoxious artist (who isn�t really an artist) and I shall do what has been complained of before for I am lazy and ironic. And I�ve already used the tap dancing fly this week so I can�t use it again. Curses.

Curses, I say.

ps
1/27/05