2 July 2005
In the middle of the Oestrogen Ocean, someone's making a splash...
The Silver Surfer is here, ladies and gents.
Before you ask, SS isnt one of eM's Boys, though he occasionally dresses up as a tin-foil-clad love-slave at parties. And he doesnt always talk about himself in the third person.
Why Silver Surfer? Well, Silver, because he's bullet-headed and eM sometimes uses him to kill werewolves, and surfer because, well, if you cant figure out the connection between a surfer and the Internet you shouldnt be here, you should be in a self-help bookstore.
This blog is still firmly eM's territory; I'll just be making the occasional splash. I'm a bit of a pet of eM's: Think Dilbert and Dogbert. So I might be a world-dominition aspirant and totally cute, but the strip is still called Dilbert.