Diary-X is officially dead.

Wow. PJ and his friend T@p had their site "Seriously" over there, but they hadn't updated much in the last year since they'd last backed up and it doesn't sound like PJ's too broken up about it.

But for all those people who had their primarly blogs/journals on there and lost it all? I'm so sorry. Really. I can't even imagine.

If you have a hosted site somewhere on blogger or diaryland or wherever, take some time this weekend to backup all your entries. It's mostly text. It won't take long and it won't take much disk space. Burn it to a CD. Stick in a drawer. Whatever you gotta do, just do it.

It could happen to any of us.

What would a Space Monkeys! comic look like without drawings? We find out in today's strip, which both breaks our recent comics hiatus and then strongly reinforces said hiatus.

I'd much rather be funny than clever, but I hope this one is a little bit of both.

A new Smallville recap is up, the last one from me until early April as the show goes on spring hiatus. I like the Samuel L. Jackson poll:

Hot Hunk o' Man Metal -- Clark has a new boyfriend: he's not so tall, but he's dark and handsome and is part robot. And this farmboy is learning to work the machinery.

The search for an Xbox 360 may be easing up soon.

We've been shooting long weekends for the forthcoming LCP pilot and with scheduling, it's just sort of worked out that I've been called in for four of the four weekend days of shooting. On two of those days, I did very long pieces that were just me talking to the camera.

In the old days, when we were shooting stuff on MiniDV and it was just me, Adrian and Nick, it wasn't so tough, but these days, we have make-up people, a director of photography, real lights, a real camera, a boom mic and sometimes producers and location scouts standing and watching. It's a lot of pressure.

On the first day of real shooting, I choked on some of my lines toward the end of the shooting day and we ran out of time in the location, so we had to pack it all in. Photos were taken of me and of the location for continuity and all the equipment was packed as I stood there in my powdered gray hair and fake glasses feeling disappointed in myself for not being "One-take Johnny" and helping cause a reshoot day.

Then we had two shooting days where I felt a lot more confident. We shot some Uncle Pepe sketches that have never been on film before as well as part of "Band of Beaners" where I got to improv a good chunk and that Adrian seemed pretty happy with. That felt really good. And I didn't delay the whole shebangabang.

I feel really lucky to be part of LCP. It's been a long, bumpy ride and I get frustrated like you'd be frustrated in any setting where there's so much work and and so many creative minds involved who don't always agree on things. But lately, it's felt like something real and larger than any of us is coming together and that's scary and exciting.

The weird thing is, I'm not an actor. I never wanted to be an actor and to me acting is still incidental to being a writer and performer with LCP. I'm sure lots of actors would give their left nut to have an opportunity like this, but to me it's just acting goofy on camera performing material that I wrote or helped create, not anything approximating wanting a career in acting.

When I think about that, I think about how lucky I've been to find outets where I can write and perform and express myself, and how almost all of it has been by luck or by accident. I sometimes feel that's the very definition of being blessed.

Those thoughts are sort of secondary right now, though, to not disappointing all the talented people involved. It's taking up a crazy amount of time and energy, but if feels like the effort is going to be worth it.

Sometimes I take a break from videogames, but it seems like it's all I've been thinking about and doing lately. Lots of new posts over on Videogamey, where you can see what digital entertainment is turning me on at the moment.

This story, about a man who had his penis rebuilt by, like, science, is what we in the newspaper game call "A real get." At least we called it that back in the 50s. Not sure what we call it now.

You have to understand that it's hard enough to find a story like this, about a man and his penis. It's impossibly harder to get that penis person to talk about it in the pages of a city newspaper.

We were talking about the story today and the part about being able to have sexual intercourse after such a long drought caught our attention. Imagine if you will not having a penis four years, then one day, you go home and you've got one. It's like the best Christmas morning ever.

"I got an Xbox 360 last week," I said, "but I wasn't that excited."

We re-shot part of the LCP skit "Band of Beaners" yesterday, which required a good deal of make-up and a lot of patience.

Here's what I ended up looking like:



As DeAnn says, I seem to have a premature aging problem.

This was a lot of fun to wear to the counter at the Exxon station and in the drive-through at Taco Cabana. I really, really wanted us all to go to Luby's together, but it was late and cold, and we were all exhausted.

Sonic has a hilarious commercial out right now that starts off looking like a Dr. Pepper commercial, but turns out to be for a deal where you get a free Diet Dr. Pepper with a chicken strip meal. The commercial is great.

But just so we're clear: you are crazy if you think that getting a Diet Dr. Pepper with a meal consisting of deep fried, battered chicken strips and a container of french fries is going to do you one goddamn bit of good because it's a diet drink.