I swear I didn't know how bad I had this interwebulator bug until BT (my wonderful service provider) decided not to reconnect my broadband until 2 days ago. The first week I was seriously jonesing, but after the second week I just felt...normal. Not superpowered with the ability to know any fact within instants, not able to chat with people on the other side of the world, not connected to the very pulse of the machine...
As William Gibson said I fell into the prison of my own flesh.
Which was just as well else the new flat would still look like a construction site. (It's literally just up the road from the old one, Eyechild). But I'm back now. thank god.
I wish I'd put the time to better use and had a raft of new pix to post, but I don't. What I do have is some very very old ones, including the first time I started trying to draw again after stopping for 4 years (age 13). And a very funny religious comic, which I shall imperil my mortal soul by laughing at. in public.
