Yugh. I’ve been sick for the past week and a half with the flu/head cold that’s been going around. It’s knocked me on my ass, made me stupid and generally rendered me unable to do much of anything but watch a season and a half of How I Met Your Mother.

Well, that and play Nintendo DS, since we bought one a week or two back. Yes, now I can lie on the couch and play Tetris and Brain Age and Big Brain Academy and New Super Mario Brothers for hours. Because, er, I’m exercising my brain by playing them. Okay, a couple of them. Well, the two I don’t really use since we picked up Tetris and Mario. Still, the potential mental exercise I’m getting from them is staggering. It’s like Brainiac 5 is riding my sofa.

Anyway, since I don’t have anything of much interest to say, I’m just going to throw a few links at you. Enjoy.

Minus: This is the most amazing webcomic I’ve seen in ages. Fully painted and scanned in, Minus manages to be hauntingly beautiful, funny and sublime all at once. I don’t want to talk about it too much because that might chip away at its potency, but I will offer the link to my favourite strip. That last panel contains more amazing resonance than three quarters of the internet rolled up into a big ugly ball.
Jeff Millner’s Backmasking Site: If you ever wondered how Zep managed to write such powerful, evocative and enduring tunes, it’s because they made a pact with Satan… and he took them out to his little toolshed. It’s all right there in the songs, man, if you’d ever bothered to really listen to them. Sad Satan.
Preacher TV Series: The news is a couple of weeks old, but I presume there’s still a few people out there that aren’t aware that Garth Ennis’s comic Preacher is getting adapted for TV. HBO is producing it, which is great, but it’s being scripted by the writer of Daredevil and Ghost Rider and directed by the man responsible for Grumpier Old Men and The Whole Ten Yards, which is terrifying. Maybe it will all even out in the end. Maybe.
Rachell Sumpter: Art is good. And happy Sami people are awesome.

And finally, if you’re addicted like I am to the love-lorn antics of those wacky kids in How I Met Your Mother, you might want to get this shirt (only available until the end of December!) or check out this Myspace page. Is it wrong that I want to rock Robin Sparkle’s body ’til Canada Day?