I haven’t blogged about a fat stack of things that have happened to me in the past few weeks.

One: I went to ComicCon. I have to report on the Watchmen panel, though I’m sure everybody’s been saturated with this shit as it is. Still, some funny moments sprang from there.

Two: I had some major deadlines at work. I mean, major. This-Will-Go-On-Your-Permanent-Record major. I demoed my new feature, and I nearly killed myself with stress finishing it due to technological difficulties. Swear to God, if it ain’t one thing, it’s another.

Three: Saw The Faint in concert again. New album is out. I have to make some comments about that.

Four: I’M BUYING A MOTHERFUCKING CONDO.

My offer was accepted yesterday. Signed the final paperwork today. Contingencies end on the 17th, escrow closes on September 4th. I may be “sick” on the 5th.

I’ll eventually blog in detail about these things. But this is just a bump to say I ain’t dead, bitches.

Though progress on my second book has all but come to a halt. I’m scribbling down my page-a-day for things that aren’t the book, but they’re all going straight to the trash. Loose ends that amount to nothing.

I want to go home and rest. But tonight I fly to southern California for my godson’s birthday.

(Have I ever mentioned the terrifying fact that I have been entrusted with the spiritual upbringing of a child? I’ll let that sink in.)

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