Quote of the Week: "I don't think I have delusions of grandeur... but I am their god." -- The Boyfriend, referring to his sea monkeys.

I now have a rather serious crush developing on Zachary Quinto. O no, Quinto!

Leviathan, my fish, isn't eating. He's just sitting in one corner, moving as little as possible. I can't see any outward signs of being sick. Any fish experts have an idea?

EDIT: Thanks anyway, fish experts, but poor Levi died this morning. I am pretty bummed -- I loved my crazy one-eyed goldfish.

In happier news, in one of my drop-off art classes, one of my favorite kids -- a freckle-faced goofball named Dan -- wanted a story. I didn't have one on me at the time, since stories were usually reserved for a different part of class, so I just said, "Once upon a time there was a frog who loved a princess so they got hitched, the end." This did not satisfy him, and the rest of my class was starting to back him up in demand for a story, so I just made one up with no idea of how it would end when I started it.

"Once upon a time there was a ship full of dirty rotten pirates..."

But then the story grew. There was a pirate king and a ghost and three tasks, and it was silly and nonsensical as well as interesting, and I managed to come up with a proper ending as well. It was good. It satisfied the moppy-haired masses. They kept their eyes on me the whole time. They laughed at the right parts. They clapped at the finish.

So I'm writing it down.

I will share what I have when I have aught to share. Until then, I have a comic for you...