accelerated life/weirdness

I think a recession is in order. I need to slow down my life, things are HECTIC, and I keep adding to it. Stress levelsabsolutely killing any fathom of happiness. Mind races continually. Jacked up and not at all happy about it.

So, 10 days since last post. At one point I was actually doing well with updating this monstrosity.

I released some more work on the comnics website, still carrying on. The last couple of interviews have went insanely well. I'd like to think there's some growth on my part that's helping, but the truth is that I'm just meeting interesting people.

Latest is Jamie S. Rich. He works for Oni press, which is the comics version of The Village Voice. They've been on a role, stringing together a line of incredible stuff, and Jamie's book "12 Reasons I Love Her" looks to continue that line, and raise the bar. He was nice enough to share the script with me, and the thing is freakin' great. Then he gave me a preview of the art.

you all need this book. I repeat: NEED. It will be out in..um... October? I'll check that date and get back to you. I realize those in the audience who reside in France get access to excellent "funny books" on a regular basis, but this one can probably even put a dent in your dense bookshelves.

Drunken Strangeness from a weekend past: We were having a rousing "banger" at a friend's apartment, and I was inside fiddling with the stereo - imagine that - when there was a knock on the door. I go over and open the door - we were expecting friends to show up - and I come over face to face with a shirtless man. Confused, I asked him if I could help him. HE mumbled something - heavy accent - and I figured that he was trying to deliver some food (he had a plastic bag in his hand). I explained to him - I was moderatly drunk at this point - that I didn't know any people that lived in the building at that we did not order food.

He was persistent.

Soon, I gleamed, not a cube, but the fact that he actually lived in the building. So I figured that he wanted the noise to be cut down. I apologized. It didn't do it for him.

The next thing I know he hands me the plastic bag and his business card. In the bag? at least six ponders of Coors Light.

Thoroughly confused, I beat a hasty retreat, closed and locked the door. it was just bizarre. And so, once again, I get drunk and weirdness ensues.

Sometimes life can just be fun.

Ok, going to head off and watch an episode of my latest guilty pleasure. *looks around, motions you closer, whispers in your ear*

Veronica Mars.

I said nothing, understand me?