I really love the way Doctor Who says "Fantastic". Like it's another F-word entirely. But not quite. He's gleeful, you know. He's got so much glee.
Anyways, life is a little silly right now. I have yet to figure out how I'm going to get any number of things done. And little coincidences keep popping up. Like, hey, the Revlon Breast Cancer 5k, for which I have already paid the registration fee, is the morning of the next Mayday competition. So I get to run the race and then immediately head to the rendezvous point and help pick the title. At some point, maybe I'll get a shower, but we'll see.
At least Mayday is no longer the day after I return from New York, though. THAT was going to be a fun couple of days.
Slow day at the office. You know, like all the others. So now, I shall rewrite pitch pages in case, while at APE this weekend, I meet any artists foolhardy enough to be interested in drawing a resurrected Aztec maiden who eats the still-beating hearts of men.
Hey, are you gonna be at APE? Then you should come by The Atrox/Mastodon City table o' stuff. There will be awesome delights there, sold by some truly talented and conventionally attractive comic book nerds.
I will also be there, but strictly as a tagalong. And let's be honest -- my talent is suspect.