I suppose I'll have to start actually writing stuff again, at this rate...

I once - in the process of sighing and muttering "Good grief!" - came to an abrupt realisation that much of my adult personality might be directly attributable to having read too much Peanuts as a child. After a moment's reflection, the rest, I decided, could probably be blamed upon Garfield. What the following says about me, then, I dread to think.

By way of Taiga's blogroll, I present to you the wonderfully bleak, Beckettian genius of Garfield Minus Garfield:


It really is much better without him, isn't it?

Oh, and if anyone came here hoping for quirky photos, sorry, no new ones here today, but I'm sure Taiga can oblige again: there's many, many a gem to be found within her Flickr account, quirky and otherwise. And I'd have said that even if she hadn't linked to me the other day :)

Seriously, they're great.

Now, be off with you - I have lasagna to eat. And a kitten to mail to Abu Dhabi...