Today — the 24th of March, that is, busy day — is my birthday. Thanks to everyone who knew that and were kind enough to tell me about it.
I was off the grid for the entire weekend because on Saturday morning a fifteen minute errand with Jesse was revealed to be a ruse, and elaborate ploy, to enable my kidnapping out to the coast. She’d been planning it for weeks. I didn’t expect it and certainly didn’t deserve it. I should have refused as soon as I realized what was going on, but — well, she HAD been planning for weeks.
How long does it take Jesse, who reads aloud at a end-of-commercial-fine-print clip, to go through Alan Moore’s entire letter/interview from earlier this year? Portland to Astoria, thanks for asking, with time for a ten minute post-read review and cooldown period.
I hate relating details of trips to people I have no reason to think will care, so I’ll just say — it was as perfect a weekend as I’ll have in a long, long while.
(The return trip saw Jesse sick and sleeping in the passenger seat. I spent the time thinking about fiction, bills, and the strange state of my family… also, Black Lagoon? We caught the American premiere on Motel room cable by accident, and it’s just the cat’s whiskers. In a gunny sort of way.)
I’m told this specific year has a numerical significance for me; privately, I’ve been thinking it would since I was a teenager. I don’t know, this kind of thinking tends not to do me any favors… but if these past months are any indication, this is a year I have reason to keep an eye on. My god, have I not been doing that?
Why the image above? A page from Frank Miller and Lynn Varley’s ELEKTRA LIVES AGAIN — a comic which was released, and I just know I’m going to spoil someone’s image of me with this, the same month as I was born.
(Also the same month last issue of Strikeforce: Morituri came out, but shhhh, this is way more impressive.)
Cripes, people, it’s Dan Schkade’s BIRTHDAY WEEK, so if you come to our booth at Emerald City Comicon (1808, of course), be sure to punch him a few dozen times (both because it’s his birthday and because he’s a wunderkind at such a young age). AND GO BUY SAN HANNIBAL #1 IN THREE WEEKS!