For the record

dipping_sauce lends me comics:

The Invisibles: Say You Want A Revolution, Grant Morrison

Enigma, Peter Milligan and Duncan Fegredo (I'm going by the copyright notice, here, damn the Western habit of not having writer and illustrator and colourist be the same person)

Tactical error. Certain books should not be read in a small, cheerfully lit, enclosed room - at least, not if one then has to go out and face the rest of the large dark and empty house. On the one hand, beautiful love story of a sort, yes. On the other hand, I just watched Ringu again last week and do not need to be freaked out any more by covered wells - Erin I hate you in a deeply affectionate way for this - and John Lennon? WTF? I'm saving this one for tomorrow, the psychedelics are a bit overwhelming tonight.

The moral of the story: do not write comics while on drugs, because you never know if Sadako will find them.** Talk about do as I say, not as I do.

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