Still figuring the morning timing. Getting there.

I've been staring at the Sanctum for most of the weekend with a desire to make it smaller, to relegate my mind to one back corner and stuff it full of desk and books and weird ephemera – not that it isn’t already – but what I'm talking about here is a deeper consolidation: that which is spread over two chunks of the paint shop shall be jammed into one (minus the couch – though dogchildren might object).

It’s a desire that creeps up every so often and eventually diminishes when I decide that there's no way to pull it off but what can I say hope springs eternal/infernal: my desire to work in something essentially the size of an antique mall booth is nothing if not consistent.

Started playing CHORUS last night – yes, I needed a break from POWERWASH SIMULATOR (the Helter Skelter ride is exhausting) – and I was more than a little thrilled to find that CHORUS is essentially a full-on, souped-up, and absolutely stunning space version of one of my favorite games of all time, CRIMSON SKIES.

I need this figure (SPEEDING BULLETS is one of my favorite Elsworlds stories); I also need a Moench / Jones BATMAN omnibus - Elseworlds (RED RAIN saga, DARK JOKER), 515-552, all of it.