Imagine Warren Ellis...

As a Food critic.

"I have no problem with slobbing the knob of a Gorgonzola-stuffed prawn if I feel it's earned. Just last week, I had a roasted striped bass in an almond-chanterelle crust with caramelized cipollini onions that was so divine I'd piss-gargle its sweaty balls in an abortion-clinic dumpster if that's what it was into."

This is easily the most inspired stream of billious invective I have read since the issue of Transmet that nearly begins with one of the Filthy Assistants "taking a dump the size of a birthday cake."
Red wine makes it even funnier.

No AI for Lea

I've had to cancel my appearance at AI (the first time I'll miss it in three-four years), because I've got the flu or some mystery shit, and flying and dragging my 50-pounds bags of books and hacking up Mystery Illness on my innocent fellow passengers is OOTQ.

I am really bummed as shit about not be able to go, and I offer everyone my apologies. I was looking forward to seeing everyone: Stacie, Kim, Machik, Fluffalope, Dirk, Bob, Em, the AI reg'lars, and all the incredibly sweet Midwesterners I've come to love. AI's, hands down, my favorite con of the year, and if I keep this up, I'll cry, which will not help my neck.

Please spend whatever you were going to spend on me at Studio AntiThesis, and Bob DeJesus' table, and at Anime Palace. These are artists and a dealer who deserve your support.

And hoist a drink or five for me.

Brownout!

"By the press, yes..." Weh, Weh, WEH!

Psst! The Louisiana SuperDome is...

...Now The PooperDome. Pass it on.