Internet Jesus tempts me, and I don't wanna be a supervisor!

scans_daily is being MEAN. They put up scans of Warren Ellis' latest, Crecy. I... oh god. I may be forced to buy an actual comic for the first time in over a year. It's Internet Jesus. It's gorgeous art. It's about being English and why we dislike the French. It's medieval warfare and history and ... oh yeah. My kinks have been solidly hit. apparently there are many pages devoted to longbows.

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.... Is one still unsullied if one commissions someone else to get the thing? Does it count as re-starting the addiction?*

*For those unaware, Warren is the reason for my previous comics habit. He'd just started writing Excalibur. I'd only dabbled a bit before then. Then my mate Jes went and lent me Hellstorm and other such gems. He was also responsible for my internet habit - the reason I first went online was because he'd mentioned the Warren Ellis Forum in a comic. Before conventions, my claim to fame in fandom was him and me explaining slash to a bunch of fen while I stole the salad off his plate. In a pub round the back of Tottenham Court Road.

Today was a day of ... I seriously did three emails this afternoon. Because I was answering questions from everyone, explaining the process of switching live to my boss, telling my boss and other people what was acceptable in bunches of post-accept stages. At one stage there was half an hour between swallows of tea. Which was already cold. I couldn't remember what I was doing everytime I went back to the inbox - and normally just got a chance to read it before being grabbed by someone else. I managed to successfully weedle the production team into making a post-live correction in record time for one poor sod who'd had an awful time with his manuscript even before we found out that the greek letters had disappeared in the pdf conversion on one figure and I hadn't noticed before switching live.

Reader, at the end of the afternoon, I apologised to my boss for any hassle I'd put her through with questions in the past. I've got the vaguely scary experience of *running* post-accept - and not in the way I eased Morven into it the previous time we got newbies. I'm telling people what to do. :shudders: And now I know what I'd be like as a teacher. Gah. Definitely an odd realisation. Hi, Mrs Harrison, my maths teacher. (strict, you hated her guts for the first two years, didn't get her sense of humour until you were at least 14, but realised by then that she was a very good, thorough teacher who got everyone through and really cared that we knew the subject)

Fingers crossed on the flat hunting - seen one place today that smelt of gas, which was a case of 'I don't care if it's been ruled safe, I CAN SMELL IT CONSTANTLY' (fortunately wasn't that great either). Seen one nice and one gorgeous. And.. er... Regents' Park council estate? Has two blocks named Tilehurst and Pangbourne. Which left me very disturbed. Because Tilehurst - I lived just outside the sprawling village/suburb of West Reading that is and though it varies immensely in wealth/housing, council flat leaves me going 'er'. Pangbourne? It's a picturesque large village on the banks of the Thames, Berkshire/Oxfordshire border. (once you cross into Oxfordshire, you are in Whitchurch. There is a very firm line which the Pangbourne lot take pains to keep rigid. Local village. Local people. Nothing for you here.) World of wrong naming a council flat after it.