thebitterguy

So, yes. Today was a busy day.

For the afternoon,

noondaypaisley and TCBT in a battle against an invisible breakdancing ninja.

My suggestion? Ball bearings. LOTS of ball bearings.

mr_weasel's Teen Hottie did us all a favour and went out for subs, so we didn't have to break game too bad to eat.

We ended, and I hung with B until

mindrobber came by for dinner.

Afterwards, I headed out and picked up some gifts for Snra (Pratchett's The Last Hero, Marvel Masterworks of Spidey 1-10 & AAF # 15, and the Fray tpb). It's her birthday today, so wish her a happy birthday.

Anyway, went down to East Side Marios on Front (a bit of Italy in every bite. Just not one of the edible bits). Snra and the Obavites were clustered about a table, chattering away. There were a few new faces, so I made my hellos, borrowed a couple napkins to dry off (it was raining all the way down Bay and across Front). Drying off was a torturous experience, as the bald skull requires significant aide in becoming shiny and new.

Anyway, so I start chatting and kibbitzing with Snra & the ladies, and pass along the gifts (which Snra displays to the assembled horde, to my chagrin. It just seemed rather gauche to 'open presents' at an event that isn't specifically your birthday party. No, no, it's not her, it's me).

Anyway, there was one attendee, one of the new faces, who was very friendly, and asked many questions about many things, and even inquired about how Snra & I came to meet, fall in love and wed. She got the standard story (our eyes met across a crowded con table, I told her I could take better pictures than that, flash forward to Shakespeare in Love (a great romance, no matter WHAT the cranks say), badda bing, Milton). Snra got her Penne w/ sausage and chicken, and complained at the presence of dark chicken meat, at which point I simply pointed out that it was possible that was, in fact, sausage.

And it went on a while like that. Chat chat, nibble nibble, chat chat. After a while, I inquire to Snra "what is the name of this charming, if rather curious, young lady?"

That got me the two headed stare (a stare that's placed upon you not by two heads, as you might think, but as if you had suddenly grown a second head, placing your operating head/neck total at two). The newcomer? None other than Jenny Calendar. Turns out that she, being one of the guests at The Show That Treats Fans like Cattle, decided to join them for dinner.

You ever seen the big 16 panel grid page from "how to draw people" that covers the human face? Well, in about four seconds, I covered # 12 (confusion), #8 (recognition), #2 (embarassment), #9 (abject humiliation), and #4 (Oh, Lord, just strike me down with lightening and allow my suffering to end).

Ah, well. At least the rest of the table found it amusing.

I realize, now, that I did not take the opportunity to ask her what Vincent Shiavelliwas like to work with. Did you know he wrote cookbooks? That's cool.

In the end, I took about thirty photographs. If they didn't come out, well, folks, you're using digitals and snappy cams. You expect what, exactly?