Feeling ever-so-slightly more human today. Last night the ladyfriend brought me a bouquet of lovely little purple lilies (perfect for my funeral!), topped off with the most artistic bouquet twig I have ever seen.
It is a long, meandering, and graceful twig. It has a sort of Japanese elegance to it. It forms a perfect counterpoint to the more stately lines of the lilies. And, this morning, as I awoke from my cold medication haze, it was poking towards my pillow as if with tender concern.
“How are you feeling this morning?” the Artistic Twig seemed to inquire. “Shall I call off the lilies and tell them not to expect to be thrown onto your casket?”
That is correct, Artistic Twig. You can stick around.
No pun intended.
SO. While I am still wearing socks and coughing up things of an exotic hue and consistency, today I’ll be coloring a page of Family Man and addressing and stuffing orders that have a time crunch on them.
Probably while Azumanga Daioh (still the only anime show I’ve gotten attached to) blares away on the television, because it never fails to be both soothing and peppy:
Fancy hearing cake indeed, ladies. Fancy hearing cake, indeed.
As a postscript to today’s poem: I’m been fighting off a wily and rapidly mutating virus which has been plaguing me since bloody Easter. It’s finally decided to just render me totally useless with fatigue and fever.
I very much want to start mailing out books, especially since a number of you will be heading home from college and will thus have a change of address in a week or so. But I’m also my only employee at the moment, and I’m not in shape to execute a massive mailing effort. Also I would be coughing all over the wares, and the thought of any of you inadvertently contracting this nonsense is not a fond one.
So I’m going to try not to anger my loved ones by wearing myself out even more and prolonging this dreaded illness. I’ll start mailing out in a couple of days.
And now I’m going to go back to bed, where I am going to take nyquil and ibuprofen and albuterol and drink a lot of tea and fade in and out of consciousness until this is all over.
I’ve finally decided on the winners of the Bite Me! panel reenactment photo contest! Go see!
Aaaand the photo contest is closed!
Thank you all for so many painfully delightful entries – the winners will be announced and the entries will go online sometime tomorrow, once I make sure that the store is working properly and everybody is able to buy copies of Bite Me! without technical difficulty!
T-minus TWELVE HOURS until you can buy the book online!
TWEEEEEELVE HOOOOOOOURS
If you live in Portland, you can cut that time considerably shorter by coming to the BOOK LAUNCH PARTY tonight! 5-8pm at the Sequential Art Gallery – also your last chance to see the Lady Parts show! A lot of my pieces sold (yaaaay!), so the originals will never be in the same place all together again, and a few are still available. I will totally be wearing ridiculous Goth clothes, so that is also a spectacle I invite you to witness.
I’ll be there selling and signing books, including the Deluxe package which includes the spoon and sticker and buttons and sketch.
Erika will be giving away tiny Sculpey butt plugs. And I will be giving away anti-monarchist buttons. Because that is how we, as individuals, roll.
