Ceci n’est pas une comic book.
In the interests of publicity and such, I ought mention the fact I’ll be at the Stumptown Comics Fest next weekend. Mostly, I’ll be running around making sure everything’s going as planned, or at least not to hell, but in the occasional quiet moment I might be found at table no. 53. Dylan Meconis and the Spouse have graciously allowed me to sprinkle some roses on a corner of their space, and this despite the lack of speech balloons in my magum opus.
(I shall make no promises, and so no promises shall be made, but. Just maybe; it might.)
—posted 6273 days ago
