Tomorrow is Friday the 13th! I love Friday the 13th. Not the movies, the day itself. Thirteen has always been my lucky number, and keeping that firmly in mind, I decided when I was like, six that Friday the 13th was thus my super-duper-ultra-awesome magical day of ultimate luckiness. I have yet to have this declaration challenged in any ( Read more... )

Yesterday being Wednesday, I did my weekly comic book pick-up run. Some people have asked me why I do this every week, rather than allowing my stack of comics to build up to a more satisfying level. To these people, I must say...you have absolutely no clue how many comic books I buy. Seriously, here. If I let my pile build up for more than a ( Read more... )

...when everyone in your comic book store greets you by name ( Read more... )

10. Lilly. Sometimes I just look at her and wonder how I managed to finally get the cat of my dreams. She's friendly, devoted, sweet, intelligent, tolerant, loving, cuddly and gorgeous, and her missing tail just makes her distinctive enough to never get lost in a crowd (as well as protecting her from pet thieves). I complain about her a lot, ( Read more... )

All our monuments are fragile ( Read more... )

10. I have an Amy! I've been lax about posting this, because I've been enormously distracted, but it's true -- I have an Amy, probably still asleep in my guest room at this very moment. And we've been having an awesome time, even if it did include me convincing her to walk to Kate and GP's house from Rockridge BART.

9. Having discovered NCIS ( Read more... )

The second X-Men: First Class collection came out in trade paperback this week, and it has managed to accomplish something that I would have honestly said, with a straight face, was entirely impossible: it's managed to actually make me like Jean Grey. My fondness doesn't extend into the modern day, mind you -- I haven't liked anything they've done ( Read more... )

Having just processed edits to the entire manuscript, my comic books, an ice cream sandwich, and I have a hot date with the couch and some mindless television.

Hey, world? Tell me something awesome that's going on with you.

I woke up four minutes before the alarm -- always a more pleasant start than the blare of sirens in my ear -- with the remains of a fascinating dream about a country divided by political differences and pandemic infectious leprotic cytosis lingering in my head. Even my dreams have nasty tricks of virology in them. Not that I'm complaining. Lilly ( Read more... )

First, the strip:

With Friends Like These... #38: Any Excuse For Flying Monkeys.

Second, the footnotes:

The folks responsible for Illusive Arts Entertainment are, beyond a doubt, saints in their tolerance. I mean, they let me record 'Dorothy' (it's on Stars Fall Home, if you somehow missed it), they let me hide in their booth at conventions, ( Read more... )