The office toilets smell of gherkins...

...no-one knows why.

Usually they smell of poo and death. There's this woman at work who claims some of our co-workers are 'zombies'*. Now, I haven't seen anyone chewing on anyone else's heads over there (metaphorically speaking there are plenty of people who receive a good skull-gnawing at meetings, but that's about it), but sometimes when I walk into that toilet and one of a select few is occupying the stalls... let's just say it's hard to believe smells like that come from living people.

So really, gherkins are quite the refreshing change.

*_{She really means it. I don't know how someone can talk to people they genuinely believe are in fact flesh-eating undead corpses or indeed how someone like that can even land an office job but I'm pleased she did because she's hilarious.}

HOLY CRAP I suck at keeping to deadlines. Not work ones (well...) just these stupid comics. Dialogue is complete, artwork is almost entirely done (a couple of frames left) and just some extraneous tweaking to things I don't quite like, then the obligatory obsessing over it for a couple of days and worrying whether I missed anything (I always do). So yeah, "bang" goes the "early/mid" Feb promise (sorry).

There has been a lot going on recently, I think I'm a bit burnt out, productivity-wise. I spent this weekend tidying up terabytes of data accumulated over recent years (my delete button is looking tired) the rest of which has been backed up to a shiny 'new' (blagged off eBay) NAS to join the other one in my home network. Even over a gigabit link it takes FOREVER.

That's about all, minus generic weekly drama. Maybe I will have something to post n- you know what? Not even gonna jinx it. Goodnight chaps and chapettes.