There’s a site on the internet where they have a whole bunch of science blogs. Sometimes the bloggers there disagree about things, and sometimes these disagreements turn heated… the type of “heated” that you’d expect from people who work in a high-energy physics lab. And personally, I think that’s okay.

To misappropriate a phrase from Rick Mercer, every pissed-off blogger we get on the interweb brings us one step closer to the meaning of life. When you have a bunch of talented people from different fields talking about important things the resultant sparks are bound to be illuminating. Or at least entertaining. If not for the scienceblogwars, I would never have learned the phrase “cockweasel douchenozzle”.

Note that most of the bloggers pictured in the third panel above have wisely stayed out of the ruckus. I just wanted to include all the ones I read on a regular basis… and still didn’t manage to get everybody in.

We had some exciting weather today. I had no idea anything was going on until I opened the door and saw that everything was white outside. We must have had at least 15cm of snow, which for Daegu is a lot. For Daegu in the middle of March, it’s a whole freaking lot.

Traffic on the main road was going slower than cold molasses waiting in line at the DMV. My bus was thirty minutes late. The ride to work, which normally takes ten to fifteen minutes, took a half hour. Fortunately I had some good Canadian music loaded on my mp3 player. I’ve been feeling kind of homesick these days; walking through the slush with improper footwear while listening to songs about winter is a surprisingly effective cure for that.

By the time I came home this evening, the snow was mostly gone off the roads.

Sean is a musical baby. Put on a CD and, if he likes it, he’ll start dancing all over the place. When the song “Clap Your Hands” by They Might Be Giants comes on he does the actions as well as he can. He claps his hands for that part, stomps his feet for the second part, and today tried jumping in the air for the first time. It’s a very good thing that we have one of those soft play mats on the floor.

Happy birthday to me! I was having a good sleep in my car, in the parking lot of the Showboat Casino Hotel. Outside in the hall there’s a catfight, it’s well after midnight. I guess I’ll be alright. We’ll eat a lot of broccoli and drink a lot of beer. We all want to embarrass you. But all your friends are hungry, so just cut the stupid cake.

And if you have any idea what that paragraph was about, you have a better music collection than I do. Also, today is my birthday.

Alright, so the spelling’s not all correct, but I think he’s doing pretty well for a rodent.

I’m fairly happy with today’s page. We just got back from a trip to the Pusan Aquarium where Sean was fascinated by the otters, bored by the sharks, and completely freaked out by this big fish which I don’t really know what it is.

Today was my first day back at work. I prepared my lessons for next week and learned how to use the laminator. We have a really nice laminator; last year, I didn’t even know.

Today, I can finally unveil the title of this particular story. I didn’t want to do it on Monday because that would give away today’s page.

This is the last week of my winter vacation. When I go back to work I’ll be able to get back into drawing on a regular basis. That may sound odd, but I really can’t do it at home. In order to draw I need some uninterrupted time to get into the right mental state. With an almost two year old baby in the house, uninterrupted time is a scarce commodity. Even when Sean is asleep there’s always the nagging suspicion that he might wake up soon.

During the school term I go to the office an hour or so earlier than I have to and do my drawing then. It’s a good system. I then work on GearHead when I have a break in the afternoon, and try to keep up with my email correspondence when I get back home (those of you waiting on emails from me know that I’ve been lax about this last one). This year I’m hoping to squeeze some extra time dedicated specifically to writing in there… it may come at the cost of the illustration, in which case I’ll be cutting back to two updates a week.

Welcome to a new episode of Voles of the Dusk. I was going to start it next week, but I’m still not happy with the mecha combat scene in Mischa’s Story and Friday’s strip is a pretty good place to break things off.

Guess what I just got in the mail? A big bag of goodies from Matt Feazell.

Brilliant stuff. Despite the moniker “Not Available Comics”, Matt’s stuff is available for sale, trade, or by stealing them from your friends. I’m looking forward to seeing the Cynicalman movie when it’s done.

Yeah, that’s right, I killed off my own author-insertion cameo. That’s the kind of guy I am.

It’s been almost 15 years since Pokemon were unleashed upon the world. Do you realize what this means? It means that kids who can’t remember a time before bulbasaur existed are now able to vote. More than that, it means that there’s a whole new demographic out there to be marketed and pandered to.

I predict that we’re going to start seeing collectable monster anime produced for a mature adult audience. Admittedly, there have already been some moves in this direction- Fate/Stay Night is basically the same as Pokemon except that pikachu is the ghost of King Arthur and you can sleep with her.

Charizard, I choose you!

Of course they do things differently in Japan. In America, it’d be time for the gritty reboot. This can be done well. Sometimes. Usually, though, it ends up just being the false hope that adding violence and breasts will make a silly concept from a children’s show seem less ludicrous rather than more.