Last weekend, I went to
Mysterious Galaxy Bookstore in San Diego to sign the anthology
Mutation Nation with editor Kelly Dunn and other authors. It has my story about a poor, misshape and misunderstood monster named Nickelback Ned.
While there, Lord Arux bought me this totally hysterical book called
Bigfoot: I Not Dead.
This memoir of the misunderstood forest creature on the run from celebrity, cannibalism, and celebrity cannibalism had me laughing until I cried at the comic genius that is Graham Roumieu.
Then today, I got this in the mail...
Yeti? In Santa Ana, huh? Um, okay. I know someone in that general area. Maybe it's a "Hey, why the hell haven't you called me lately?" letter. Not that she would ever write that kind of letter. I'm not even sure she's a letter writer. Anyway, I sliced open the wee envelope and slipped out a wee card...
I said to the cats, "Oh, cool! I wonder who sent me a Bigfoot card?" And I opened it...
OH MY EFFING GEE! BIGFOOT SENT ME A BIGFOOT CARD! AAAHHHHHH!!!!