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Really, Iz not. But it seems that way sometimes. So, when I rise from the grave that I've dug myself into, otherwise called my second year university (gasp! so oooold), there will be sketches up here - but only scraps, because my scanner IS actually deceased, from causes unknown, and my wacom is languishing under my dresser at home, lest it work its succubus-style magic. Which is... bad. Yes. Bad. But there will be sketches, here and on blog. It's good to be back! Ish. Until exams. Which are next week. Haaaaa.

But with new stuff. Hello, folks. So, it's been an age and a half. Went to school, learned some stuff, worked, played, and drew like the dickens - but for a huge old stack of excuses (with some half-decent reasons chucked in for good measure) pretty much no finished work has ended up on here at all. That's because there isn't any. Them's the facts. What I have got is a load of sketches, and goring through them on a mad summer cleaning rampage I've figured out that they don't really bother me as much as I thought, and, well, heck, if I can't be satisfied with anything I try to fancy up, maybe I should stick to the rough stuff. I'm not saying

The super secret movie is out - but not too far out. No spoilers! I said I'd review Watchmen. I lied. But instead, I have a story of racism, satire and the human condition. And really, really cool special effects. With aliens. Hoyeah. District 9, from the actual filming angle, is a mixture of documentary, handheld rattle and roll, and your usual movie camera. The different styles worked together seamlessly to my eye (and hamster-like brain), while the news clips and interviews built up both the characters and their world. Which, just to say, is one where a space craft halted inexplicably over Johannesburg in the 80's, hung around doing a