Supermodified

Holy smokes! Amon Tobin is going to be in town this weekend. I love for Mr. Tobin's music profusely, but do I love it enough to actually set foot in a dance club for the first time in about ten thousand years (Pacific Standard Time)? I imagine I'd look pretty odd standing nearly stationary in a room full of dancers, wobbling slightly to the beat of the music.

Sam Logan

She loves your electric dumplings

Holy cow! The Traveling Wilburys albums are finally back on sale. I tried to pick up my own copies of these CDs years ago and was amazed to find out they were no longer available. It's hard to believe that a pair of records featuring some of the greatest rock musicians of all time could stay out of print for so long!

A note for any of you who have pre-ordered one of the second batch of posters... it's taken a bit longer than I had anticipated, but the prints have finally arrived and are being mailed out as we speak! Thanks for your patience, gang. I promise they were worth the wait!

Sam Logan

Sick sick sick, don't resist

Sorry for the slightly-late comic, everybody! I appear to have caught a cold -- a tragically easy thing to do when exhibiting at a comic convention -- and am not running at peak efficiency. I predict I will be spending my day in bed buried under a pile of kleenex and decongestant... and not in the fun burned-out 1970s rock star way.

Sam Logan