Tragic Blogs or
Great Norton's Ghost!!!

Eighteen

That's how many viral emails have plopped into my in-box and it's not even lunch yet. The MyDoom virus is really making it's way around. Hopefully whomever it is that's infected and has me in their contacts list sees fit to run an updated virus scan so I can get back to my regular spam of cheap over the counter pharmaceuticals and grieving Nigerian widdows.

Winter has struck and with a vengence. The winds are howling and the snow keeps drifting. It's been a good while since I've actually had to wade through hip-high snow drifts. Boy I could use those cheap pharmaceuticals now because shovelling that mess has played havoc with the muscles in my arms and back. I've a half-dozen muscles that are loudly protesting 'sedentary lifestyle - you promised us a SEDENTARY LIFESTYLE!'

I don't have the heart to tell my aching muscles that the snow we shovled has found its way back onto the driveway.

The Apprentice or
Schlemiel, schlimazel, Hasenpfeffer incorporated...

I've long worried that it's the 'C' students who are running the world. The Apprentice is doing little to sway me of that opinion.

For the uninitiated, this is the newest 'reality' tv show from Mark Burnett. In this show, a couple dozen bright, young entrepeneurs and go-getters compete in what is essentially one long job placement. The winner gets a one year contract as the president of one of Donald Trump's corporations.

Granted, there is bound to be a lot of footage on the cutting room floor, and we're likely not seeing these people exactly as they are...
But jumping jimmeny - are these the people that are 'captains of industry'???

Forgive me, but I've always had a semi-romantic image of the heads of industry as being master strategists. Of being capable of leading. Of having brilliant, outside of the box thinking. These folks shatter those notions quite readily. I find myself in horror movie watching mode:

• Hands over my eyes, peeking through my fingers
• Shouting frantic instructions at the screen ("No - don't do that! Don't do that! What are you thinking - you're gonna die! Aaaaaah").
• Feeling somewhat grossed out by the end of it all

Somewhere out there is a very nervous group of employees, freaking over the fact that one of these people will soon be their boss.

Tragic Draws or
Bunny & the Cantelope

At long last, the story continues with chapter 1.3. I originally announced this as updating a panel a week, but I've decided I've kept folks waiting too long as it is. So Mondays, Wednesday and Friday pop on over for a new panel to the story. Hope you enjoy.

Is there a psychoanalyst in the house? or
I pity the fool…

Okay – so I’m dreaming that I’m back in high school. There’s a big formal dance and everyone’s all dressed up nice and spiffy except for me. I’m in shabby jeans and a t-shirt. No big deal. It’s dark and no one will care. And anyone who does care isn’t really the type that I care about anyways.

So I’m dancing away and having a good time when out of the blue, the chattering teeth in my pocket started to go off. Why did I have chattering teeth in my pocket? I don’t know. I really don’t. But they were chattering away, very loudly and disrupting the dance.

Well. Mr. T didn’t take to kindly to that. Oh yes. Mr. T was at the dance wearing a pale blue tux and he was very upset that the chattering was spoiling the dance.

“I PITY THE FOOL WHO MESSES WITH MR T’s DANCE” he cried and began tearing through the place looking for my chattering teeth.

Well, I booked it out of there as fast as I could, but Mr. T saw me and gave pursuit. Up and down the hallways of the school we went until I took a bad turn and ended in a dead end. Trapped. With an angry Mr. T looming forward.

“YOU’RE LATE FOOL” he said.

And with that I awoke – indeed, very late for work.

So now I’m left wondering – overworked and overstressed or just plain nuts?

The Elusive Fish 2.0 or
My slightly better website...

Starting to unveil the new design. There may be a few flaws here and there. Links that don't work. Images that don't show up. All around general brokenness. Drop me a line if you see anything that's weird or wonky or doesn't seem right. I'll do my best to fix whatever may be broke.

So what's new?

I've tweaked the front page so you can see at a glance what's new or coming up without having to scroll. I've adjusted TragicLad Theatre so that all the stories can be found at a glance, and that it's a little clearer as to what's free and what requires paid admission via BitPass. I've also added a forum so swing on over and let me know what you think of the new look and design.