Ideas to write about manifest in the strangest ways - and if I followed through with them all, FrillyShirt would update a lot more than once a week. Some come from eating cereal. Some come from my studies. Some come from the same terrible jokes I tell every day. By way of explanation, and possibly apology, I thought I might share some of my notes and mental tangents for the year so far.

“Huh. The state body responsible for the construction and operation of asylums in the nineteenth century was called the Commissioners of Lunacy. …that would be an great band. They could have an ostentatious stage show, and tour with the Three Swell Chaps even though they’re completely different sorts of bands and wouldn’t get along.”

“Documentation. Reverse that, it’s… mecudontation. Mecudontation… Mecha-d’Artagnan! He’s a giant steampunk iron Musketeer! His curly moustache is made of rivetted copper! His nimble swordplay is completely ineffective, because he’s huge and cumbersome!”

“I should write more about Burly-Man. Obviously he’s the mid-to-late 19th century Vampire Slayer… obviously… but what else is he up to?”