Forgive me father, for I have sinned. It's been 11 days since my last confession...
Sorry, I always think that when I come over this way & see the indicator in my contacts list of how long it's been since my last entry. Especially funny when one takes into consideration that I never actually went to confession as a kid. Just a piece of cinema that's permeated to the point of feeling real.
But in all seriousness, I want to thank everyone who sent their love & support when I was dealing with going home for the funeral. I didn't get many of the messages until after I'd returned, but they were still tremendously meaningful to me. catspajamas, I can't begin to tell you how much I appreciate it. & luvabeans, I'm sorry I haven't called you yet. Funeral season makes me even more phone phobic than usual. Just know that I love you, and I'm here, and I'll call soon.
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In other news; I've finally got a new Emcee Square done (actually, I've probably done a couple since I last mentioned it, but still not nearly enough of them), and I just got a short piece picked up for a comics anthology, which should be available at the New York Comic Con. Along with my short, the publishers will be including a sampling of Emcee Square strips in the anthology, so very cool there.
This all leads into the fact that Convention Season is now upon us. I'll be at WonderCon, APE, &, according to all plans, the big fucker, San Diego. Somewhere in the midst of preparing for & attending these conventions I'll be continuing work on the Graphic Novel, continuing the strip, but also working on new, original pieces for sale at the shows, new merchandise, and preparing for Open Studios, where I can actually show & sell my non-comic work.
Fuck, I need to re-do my site... & sleep, I need sleep... and therapy, lots of therapy...
& tickets to the Tragically Hip show at the Fillmore
(Needy, ain't I?)
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In the vein of General Interest, have you heard about the restaurant smoking ban in Las Vegas?
Am I alone in feeling that Sin City limiting where people can smoke will only end badly? Am I alone in the belief that giving really, really drunk people any hesitation to enter an establishment which will provide food for their entoxified stomaches is a big ball of dumb?
No? Good.
Can we stop this bullshit?
Las Vegas tried changing its image to "Family Friendly Entertainment" a few years back. Does anyone remember this? No? That's because it was a bad fucking idea, and went the hell away.
Understand, I'm not saying this as a smoker, or a sinner (though I am both), but as a pragmatist. This is Sin City, which should, by all laws of reason, have a big god-damned sign hanging over all points of entry, bearing the words of Hassan I Sabah: Nothing Is Legal, Everything Is Permitted.
