Where's my castle?

They say a man's home is his castle.

I once took that to mean it was a place you could find sanctuary. A place to rest. A place that is your own and where you are royalty.

What it actually means is that it's the place you're going to have to put up with politics, people banging down your drawbridge, chucking rocks at your towers, a constant stream of traders, rubbish court musicians and the never-ending babble of the court jester.

Being King is not all it's cracked up to be.

It's the only way

Latest project: build a time machine. Visit Mr. J. Stuart Blackton.

Thanks to Mr.Trombley for giving me a target.

One frame at a time

I couldn't let this go unillustrated. One frame at a time. Seriously. Who thought that would be a good idea? Who?

I'm sure I'm supposed to know that answer, you know, being in the business and all. I just figured it was some time ago, hence the candle and moustaches.

No, it's far too easy to shoot actual people in real time. Nah, let's devote our lives to making things one single solitary lonely little frame at a time. Madness.

This whole industry stems from madness.

That explains a lot actually.