Finally (!!!), the April article is up, in two parts. Part 1 is pretty much the blog essay that appeared here over a month ago, with a few added photographs from my toy collection and video games (and a couple of photos of Wes in Disneyworld, '91); part 2 is an all-new toy comic detailing the quest to get her back. Give 'em a look and let me know what you think.

In other news, Bacardi (my sister's dog; in typical drunken frat groupie fashion, she named the dog Bacardi Silver) isn't so bad. Granted, he's not a smart dog -- he runs around like a hyperactive cheetah for no goddamned reason and I still don't think he's figured out that Wes squatting and Wes standing are the same person -- but he's tolerable. I guess I can see how people could really be attached to the buggers, but I still can't see going out of my way to buy a dog, especially one like Bacardi. Once the "awwww, look at the cute lil yorkie-poo" phase runs its course (and I never went through it; he looks like a cross between a doped-up chihuahua and a half-drowned kitten to me), the dog's kind of boring -- his running about like mad and chasing his own little nub of a tail get old pretty quickly. And unless you count walking in a circle while he shits (huh???), Bacardi doesn't do any tricks either. I'd rather have a pig or a parrot anyday. Or even a rat, for that matter. I <3 Ben.

But the poor feller's downstairs crying right now since he's confined to the bathroom while my mother's away, so I think later I'll take him for a walk around the neighborhood. I'd like to play fetch with him or something, but apparently that game's a little too complicated for Bacardi. Poor stupid dog. :/

And Dawn's got a fun post up with pictures of her as a kidling. Admittedly, I didn't notice the eye thing in the pics.