Jan 14, 2009 00:49
I am up way too late.
But I have been making cunning plans. Plans so cunning you could pin a tail on them and call them a weasel. Plans more cunning than a fox who has graduated from the university of cunning, with a degree in cunning. Now that's cunning.*
One plan hits February 8th, when I am taking two of my adopted nephews (Nephew Max and Nephew Danny) to the NYC ComicCon for the day. Sort of a "guy's geek day in NYC," away from their moms and younger siblings. Comic books, dirty-water-dogs from sidewalk carts, dinner somewhere in Times Square most likely ... twill be fun.
The other involved how I'm getting to/from NYC this Sunday to see Sondheim interviewed by Rich at Avery Fisher Hall.
Of course, to make that, I have to survive the trip to Chicago tomorrow through Saturday am.
Sending me to Chicago in the middle of January?
I haven't heard of a worse plan since Olaf The Hairy, High Chief of all the Vikings, ordered 30,000 battle helmets with the horns on the INside.*
Good night, all ....
*thank your Rowan Atkinson.
comic-con,
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