Gimlé

You ever have days where, no matter how hard you tried—how you felt—you felt dumb (well, in my case, dumber than usual)?

As if your frontal lobe had just gone numb and the rest of your cerebral cortex had wandered off somewhere and is watching the Simpsons on a tv in a shop display downtown.

Leaving you at home feeling stupid.

No? Must be me then.

What I do to try to jump-start my brain is read stuff.

Stuff like Colin’s Gulf War Diary.

It’s a sort of cartoon strip weblog. Mainly Colin trying to make sense of things around him, using the comic book strip as a tool.

Flooding with emotional logic, it’s likely to be shredded to bits by our more rational, logically minded weblogging pundits.

But to people who appreciate a story well told and enjoy reading somebody’s personal perspective on events that barely make sense to us anyway—

—To people who need an alternative to the two extremes of callous and rational punditry on one hand, and hyperbolic melodrama on the other, Colin provides excellent reading.

Baldur.
Clifton, Bristol.