It's muggy and sprinkly here. Comic book boyfriend took me down to CAPE! which was fun. Picked up free books, got a Green Lantern sketch for Mr. Jane, was fawned over for a bit. I felt bad for the guys who had art out though with the aforementioned sprinklies. There was also some really cool original Judge Parker stuff too.
Now, I wait on the girls to come down so we can walk up the street and get our drink on before they head to the Gwen Stefani concert. I am undecided on whether or not I want to do that.
For now I think I'll flip through my new books and maybe do a bit of sewing.
Okay, so, I didn't die? Although I probably should have gone to the hospital when the fever got so bad that I lost feeling in my hands in feet, but hey. Not dead!
Okay, so, I didn't die? Although I probably should have gone to the hospital when the fever got so bad that I lost feeling in my hands in feet, but hey. Not dead!
What in the world is going on, shrift?
What in the world is going on, shrift?
Evil mutant zombie death flu. Tomorrow I may attempt solid food for the first time in three days, but today not so much.
Oh, you poor thing. I hope you get better, soon. Did you see a doctor? The fever thing freaked me out, a little.
Cashmere, thanks for that link to the Breathed interview. Love him!
Damn, shrift. Let me know if you need anything.
I love that Breathed has a son named Milo. Has it really been that long since Flawed Dogs?
My brain doesn't appear to be fried, and I'm on the mend now. A few pounds lighter, perhaps, but nothing I couldn't stand to lose.
Fever & losing feeling is Not Good, shrift! Be careful with yourself. We needs our shrift!
Wow. That class was easily the most sexist environment I've ever been in, and I say that as a woman who's...well, me.
I was little lady from the moment I walked in (my companion said it was good I'd heeded him and changed out of my original top, but I wish I'd gone all out with glitter and a skirt) and it didn't stop. Was told about smaller shotguns (fine). Was suggested I learn rifle instead since I was female, because there were fewer things to remember. So many of the (kinda scary looking) guys were concerned about my shoulder under the recoil. I was given major points for just showing up, since women just didn't do this sort of thing.
What I couldn't get was any instructor to let me shoot left-handed. Fuckers. There's a reason I shoot handgun leftie, and it would have made the whole thing simpler.
My shoulder? Just fine. Fine enough that their concern confused me.
It was okay. I know easily how I could have had more fun, and that would have required massive machismo extractions.
The friend I went with was very "But you could kill so many of them bare-handed!" and that was nice. I think perhaps I won't take classes from those guys again, or if I do, my clothes will be hella tight, and my lipstick blood red. Fuck that noise.
Shrift, I'm glad to hear you're on the mend.
