I have long been prepared for myself to travel back from the future to visit present-me and offer me advice or even supertechnology. I even had a code-phrase in place that I would be able to tell myself to prove that I was really future me! But I still haven’t had a visit from Future-Me. I was wondering why this was…

Somebody recently helped me realize what’s going on. It’s like this: At some point between now and the Future, my code phrase must become compromised. The bad guys (be they humans, robots, aliens, or commies) have somehow learned my secret code and Future-Me had to pick a new secret code and I don’t know it yet. So that means that Future-Me can’t visit me because I’m out of the loop. Curse my many enemies. Curse them all for ruining my time-travel fun times.

Haiku!

From the far future
come a man and a robot.
They are my new friends.

Speaking of time-travel, I do believe that the new season of Doctor Who has just started, so I am going to watch that in the considerably not-distant future.

My word! I’ve just realized! All the suits of armor in museums and display cases all over the world are potential hiding places for humanoid alien beings to stand in and just totally spy on people who look at suits of armor. I’d suggest that we put all suits of armor under some manner X-ray or CAT scans so we would always be sure, but that would be ridiculous. Aliens would know some way to avoid being seen on those.

There are words like Color which I don’t spell with a “u” and there are words like Harbour, which I do spell with a “u” and the distinction between them is purely what I think looks better. Armor/Armour is a word which I’ve just never been able to make up my mind about, but now I think I am going to put my vote in the No U camp. Now you can all stop worrying about my thoughts on this manner.

Haiku!

Dogs and frogs are here
telling us why we should go
to the moon again.

So. What’s new with me, you ask? Well, I seem to have been hired as a writer for the Official Handbooks of the Marvel Universe. My work won’t show up until 2011, but when it is solicited I will show a link or whatever. This can be expected to slow down my already very slow attempts at writing for the site here, but in fact I am trying to not let this happen. Starting some time later this month or in November I will be making more attempts to Regular Updates to my webcomic section and hopefully occasional new prose stories as well. So that’s something.

In the meantime, I will put up one of my insanest old prose stories.

So when I was a kid I saw a UFO. It was when I was walking to school one day, probably this was around 1990 or so. As UFO sightings go, it is really on the boring side of the scale. I have tried to represent it as best I can recall in the three panels above which depict it as it flies in front of a cloud. As you can see, it’s just kinda blue and white. The exact blue of the sky and the exact white of the cloud. Because of that it really seems more like atmospheric phenomena than alien spacecraft, but hopefully that is just what they want us to think.

Haiku!

Boring UFO.
Probably not aliens.
I am still your friend.

So that is my UFO story. Not much, but it’s all I got, so I’d thought I’d add it to the Book of PDR on this similarly nice day. Of course, now that I’m not nine, a nice day like this doesn’t make for a nice UFO-spottin’ walk to school. Nowadays it means a sweltering apartment where the heat wakes me up after four hours and I just can’t get back to sleep. Oh how times change.

So anyway, while I am sure that the universe is big enough that alien life must be out there, they haven’t visited me yet. When they do, I’ll put in a good word for the rest of you.

It has been some time since last time so this time I’ll take the time to… uh… post.

Anyway, I’m like really close to finishing Adventure Dennis. Like really close. So all you fans who don’t actually exist need not wait much longer.

In other news, I have not yet received any powers from aliens or wizards or the Secret Government. So… That’s about all I have to say.

This is C.W. He is a soldier in the Space Army. He appears to have some kind of eye-stalk in a jar for a head. He is a shapechanger, but tends to forget that because he prefers to solve his problems with shooting. I invented him back in Junior High. He appears now for the first time in color.

I present this drawing as my first attempt at working on a Wacom Bamboo Fun Tablet Drawing Machine. It allows me to draw right on the computer without hassle like scanning getting in my way. And I don’t seem to draw a whole lot worse than I do on paper. When I get more practice and if I took more time I bet I could even draw pretty acceptably. Time will tell, I suppose.

(The background was not drawn by hand. I just whipped that up quick so it wouldn’t look so empty. As for why the cacti are so close to the horizon? I’m going to assume there is a cliff right there. Yeah.)