It’s Friday, it’s past noon UK time, it’s the new episode of FREAKANGELS, free to air.

• Yes, at some point I’ll get around to mentioning the GI JOE animation I scripted earlier in the year.But today I have plane-flu or summat. #
• Listening to “Albert Camus” by Titus Andronicus: two minutes in, this is a soundtrack to invading a country as an act of romance. #

Junk currently cluttering the vestry at my internet church:

How to brand yourself with a laser printer.

A job that I haven’t announced here yet.

Kicking off the month’s self-portrait thread.

And something like a dozen threads about me at Chicago that I can’t bring myself to look at yet.

http://silentbobspeaks.com/?p=376

• And now I go up, and then I come down. See you on the other side. #
• back in my local pub. Mission accomplished. #
• Today is ASTONISHING X-MEN #25 day in the USA. And so to bed. #

That cover quote from the Lansing State Journal reads: "May be destined to become one of the great underground classics of the twenty-first century." I got my copies of the book today, and the first two pages are nothing but review pullquotes (they really did like that book in Canada). $13.95 in American pesos, $14.95 in Canadian mountie pelts.

The orange on the snake is much more vivid and toxic on the printed version. Once again, all props to designer Will Staehle.

1. The Razor’s Edge, 2. this nameless fear, 3. Untitled, 4. Little Medusa,, 5. commissions, 6. Giving the Finger, 7. Faces of Sunset book, 8. IMG_3280.JPG

July 2
[Aberrant] In a Navajo Daedalus 3 communique to Agent Nyeung replying to his earlier report, Director Thetis expresses astonishment at his telling her that Max Mercer himself, not his granddaughter Margaret, conference-called on an Æon meeting, but admits that it does explain the Council's recent decisions. She advises Nyeung to observe Mercer, but not engage him directly. "We must know his degree of lucidity, what he has planned for Æon and how it will affect our efforts."

And here I am in the local pub, with a bitch of an allergy attack, watching light rain freckle the ground. Five hours’ sleep on the plane, but my vision’s already starting to fuck with me a bit. Waiting for the allergy meds to kick in, and then I’ll head home and sleep for a few hours before taking my family out to dinner.

Did I mention Andy Hurley from Fall Out Boy came by the Chicago show to hang out? What a nice guy. And, as a non-drinker, hugely amused by my progressively getting more smashed during my Friday night gig. Which was extraordinarily well attended, by the way. In lieu of a new talk — once again, no time to write one — I read from CROOKED LITTLE VEIN for the first time, and, thank God, everyone laughed in the right places. After that. it was supposed to be about an hour and forty five minutes of Q & A, taking us up to the midnight point. We overran by an hour. It’s as close to stand-up comedy as anything, and I had to laugh when Ariana said afterwards, ”you’ve got some new material, then?” Anyway, it seemed to go down pretty well. Amusing to see how often I was misquoted in the next day’s reviews.

Vision’s packing up. To bed with me.