That top image is from yahoo. They're actually encouraging people to go nuts with unlimited e-mail storage. The small bottom image is my blogger information. 1024 MB of free webspace.
YouTube has a gajillion videos online and a gajillion more piling on every day. There seems to be no end to bandwidth and storage space for people to abuse on the internet. It's like sorcery!
Here's what I wanta know: Where does it all come from? How much longer can google keep up with it all? How many megatons of info can google sort through and still find me a picture of a fisher cat when I need one? Who's paying for all this memory? It must cost something, or else why am I paying $10 a month for my wimpy little 50 MB at markmartin.net?
It's spooky. It's like when I was a kid and fell asleep with glow in the dark paint on my chest. It was body paint, made to paint on your skin. Something about that paint... it would GLOW FOREVER if it got fresh light everyday... I couldn't sleep! It spooked me!
There's something at once magical and scary about it. Like the molten core of the earth, or the sun. It just burns and burns and burns! I know there are scientific explanations, but just try to get your head around it. That ball has been burning a long time!
And if the galaxies and solar systems are all zooming away from each other at warp speed and have been zooming for billions of eons, come on! I mean COME ON! It don't make no sense!
I wonder if Carl Sagan really REALLY could get his head around it. I bet he couldn't. He said he could, but I bet he couldn't really.
Check out this cool candy wrapper site jabberee janet found!
Read this dead-on essay about the suckiness of the ART world. Irwin Chusid sent me this one. I wish I could write like this. It's so much more convincing than just saying "ART SUX!"
Cool fonts Mike Dobbs found! Benny and eeTeeD will just die!
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greg said... Howzat new 'come draw with me' goin?
The only peep I have heard was Benny peeping that he's working on something.
There's also lots of pontificating been going on about the comics biz and whither Monty Wart and freelance commercial art sux - lots of stuff I oughta weigh in on, instead of jabbering about spooky bandwidth and day-glo paint. And COMICS. If I ever finish this list of Things I Gotta Do First and get some more comics drawn I'll be a happy guy. Or at least less jumpy and fidgety.