What, I wonder, do I think I am doing, blithering—not even particularly amusingly—about shell games on BART trains while everything is going swiftly to hell in a handbasket? Not that I have anything useful or insightful to offer on the subjects of Japan, death, destruction, civil war, mendacious politicians, or horrific radiation.
Most Plant Workers Evacuate; Residents Told to Stay Indoors
How stir crazy batshit insane would you go under the circumstances, told to stay indoors? I am imagining myself inside some apartment with Jane, taping up windows and losing my mind. Christ.
Steve has distracted and cheered me for now by making me a drink and directing me to read this delightful Comics Alliance post about Neal Adams' impressively deranged Batman: Odyssey. I don't know what to say, except that gosh, that Bruce Wayne sure is hairy.
Also, he seems to be showing us Arm-Fall-Off-Boy's arm. "Take a look at this forearm! Hairy, isn't it?"
Probably he has been driven mad from sealing up all the windows in the Bat-Cave. Understandable. Wait, are there windows in the Bat-Cave? Well, the whole project is certainly crazy-making, anyhow.