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I’ve been numb since midnight Tuesday. I can’t deal with the enormity of the details. I can’t process it all. The speculation and even the aftermath is too far detached from the event itself. No rage, no anger, no analysis, no politics. Just numb.

I can’t think about anything in depth, be it comics, work, life. Everything else pales into insignificance. Nothing really matters other than the fact that the people I love are alive and I’m alive. And 20,000 people died because some guys with knives flew planes into buildings. It’s unreal. It’s going to take a while for this to settle in my head.

Great excitement over on the
Space CUDets list. After a valiant search by someone wanting to get him on stage, the lead singer of the now defunct pop combo CUD has been found! It appears Carl “I’m fat and I know where it’s at” Puttnam is working in a branch of OddBins. Since that’s the booze equivalent of working for Waterstone’s, I’m not in the least surprised

I’ve taken the plunge and lost my ebay virginity. If this proves worthwhile (which it might well do) I think I could get hooked and start shifting all that artwork I bought drunkenly at conventions to a more worthy home.