Being Inhuman

Still on an interminable treadmill of doing samples, sending them away into the ether, and waiting to see what happens. Hopefully I'll clear out the backlog this week, but in the meantime, here's a bit of time-wasting for you.

For some reason, last night I was pondering the Further Adventures of the Frankenstein Monster. Not the lumbering, virtually mute Universal movie version, but Mary Shelley's hyper-erudite, angst-ridden original, who's basically an eight-foot Goth who cannot die. What would he be doing if he were still around today? Well, if he were speed-dating, driving to work in a tiny clown car, and rooming with the Gill-Man and the Mummy, it might make a pretty entertaining web-comic.