There is something wrong with the weather.
It's July. It's July in California, the state where the only seasons are "wet," "dry," and "actually on fire." So why, can anyone tell me, am I wearing a sweater and running a space heater more often than not? It's like my state-never a paragon of sanity to begin with-has completely taken leave of what few senses it had to start with, and I am not even a little bit amused. Bring on the summer! I want tomatoes and nectarines and basking alligator lizards, dammit!
At least we're getting the annual tarantula invasion, as the spidery little darlings come down off Mt. Diablo and spider their way around the city, checking things out before hiking back up the mountain to get laid and eaten, in that order. It wouldn't be July without the occasional random tarantula.
I managed to score the last pass to a free screening of (500) Days of Summer at the comic book store on Wednesday, and hauled my mother along to indulge me in my utter adoration of Zooey Deschanel. Mom wasn't aware that they actually did things like that (free advance movie screenings), and was totally enchanted. I think it's more the "free movie" than the "sneak preview," but that's because I'm a geek and she's not. Sometimes we just see that more clearly than others.
In other summertime news, I'm getting ready for the San Diego International Comic Convention, where I'll be rooming with Jeanne and Rebecca (Rae ditched us, but we love her anyway) and actually working the convention as an attending professional. Behold my total and crippling terror! It doesn't help that both my publishers will be there, so I'm going to have to be on my best Disney Halloweentown Princess behavior. I mean, really. Where am I going to find the time to crawl through the many, many booths looking for horror swag? I ask you.
So in summary, the weather is broken, the spiders are large, my mother is amusing, and the convention season is upon us. Woe.
What's up with y'all?
At least we're getting the annual tarantula invasion, as the spidery little darlings come down off Mt. Diablo and spider their way around the city, checking things out before hiking back up the mountain to get laid and eaten, in that order. It wouldn't be July without the occasional random tarantula.
I managed to score the last pass to a free screening of (500) Days of Summer at the comic book store on Wednesday, and hauled my mother along to indulge me in my utter adoration of Zooey Deschanel. Mom wasn't aware that they actually did things like that (free advance movie screenings), and was totally enchanted. I think it's more the "free movie" than the "sneak preview," but that's because I'm a geek and she's not. Sometimes we just see that more clearly than others.
In other summertime news, I'm getting ready for the San Diego International Comic Convention, where I'll be rooming with Jeanne and Rebecca (Rae ditched us, but we love her anyway) and actually working the convention as an attending professional. Behold my total and crippling terror! It doesn't help that both my publishers will be there, so I'm going to have to be on my best Disney Halloweentown Princess behavior. I mean, really. Where am I going to find the time to crawl through the many, many booths looking for horror swag? I ask you.
So in summary, the weather is broken, the spiders are large, my mother is amusing, and the convention season is upon us. Woe.
What's up with y'all?