Recently I find myself sitting at my computer, re-checking the same five sites. Each one publishes a web comic that I enjoy reading, and each produces their comics at differing intervals. I hang out for these short comic strips in much the same way I imagine American kids hang out for their favourite weekly comic to line the shelves of their local comic book store.

I struck me that perhaps I should stop waiting for these people to write something new and take action by producing another post on my blog, so as to save my readers from the same agonising wait. Then I remembered that I don't have any readers. And this blog is written for me. I couldn't possibly be keeping anyone in suspense. I then decided to just go ahead and write something, and it wasn't until I was writing this that I realised that I do need to regularly write to keep a particular reader happy. Me.

Am I selfish? I don't care. Am I messed up in the head? I still don't care. I'm happy, and I have the means to reproduce the feeling. Do you?

I still need to write more...