I had planned an Adventures of Superman comic for today, but it'll have to wait until at least tomorrow. Why? Because I had to get fancy. First I downloaded a new DVD playing program which took all day to get working, then I got Comic Book Creator, which will probably take me another day to figure out how to use the way I want it.
Remember when things were simpler? Of course you don't. No one does. But there was a time, I've read, when people worked the fields, grew or killed their own food, made their own clothes, and fucked pretty much whenever they felt like it. Then what happened? Guglielmo Marconi and Philo Farnsworth invented a couple of newfangled devices and they all stopped tilling the fields, shot the horses and sheeps, got jobs working in factories in filthy-ass cities, and a hundred years later I waste an entire day fiddling with software written by their godless great-grandchildren, the cocksuckers.