We missed ya at SDCC, Dave. Can you fill us in on the exciting time you had at Moonstone Central while we were at the Con. Even if it was business as usual, that's still exciting, right? :mrgreen:
So, ya wanna know what ya missed, huh? I'll tell ya what ya missed. Oh, yes, I will...
Not much. Nah. Thursdays, I sleep through, anyway. Friday, I woke up like any other day. Had some pancakes. Yeah. Turns out it was the brginning of "Albino Pygmie History Week," so I had to wait for a parade. Their route began at my house and ended where I work (what are the odds?), so it was a slow drive that day.
I got to the office, and had the notion that it might be a neat sales gimmic to have Jack Kirby pencil the next issue of Kolchak, so I spent the better part of the afternoon with a pencil strapped to a OuiJa Board planchard. Where as I admit we had some degree of success with this method, by the end of the day we only had two pages finished. Seems Jack's a little less proliffic these days. So, I fired him.
Apparently, there's laws with the union in the afterlife (wow, freelance artists don't even HAVE a union down here) and I guess an abrupt dismissal such as that is frowned upon. So I'm trying to go home at the end of the night, only to find that the legions of the dead have formed a picket line across the front sidewalk. This went on through Saturday afternoon, when there was a terrible freak accident on the street. A truck carrying a load of defibrilators overturned into the crowd of protestors, sending the life-reviving machines everywhere, mercilessly bringing dozens of them back to life. Truly the most bizarre accident your going to see, and certainly the first with un-casualties I've ever heard about. As you must be dead to be in the union, many simply wandered off looking for home. I think a lot of them have been gone for the better part of sixty or seventy years, so good luck, there. So although we do have some recently reanimated corpses wandering around aimlessly now, I don't think it's a zombie plaque, so no worries.
And Sunday afternoon, a fleet of helicopters landed in the parking lot, and President Bush himself gets out. No kidding. He's got a handful of comics he wants autographed (he had a damn fleet of helicopters, why he didn't just go to San Diego, I don't know.) and commends Moonstone on what a great job he thinks we've been doing for the past decade or so. So, I punched him in the face. I mean, he must've been lying, right? (Weapons of mass destruction, indeed!) I really didn't think this would go over well with the occupants of the fleet of helicopters or the secret service, but they all kind started whistling and scratching their necks and looking up at the sky.
I stopped for a latte on the way home, and it was really, really good! So, at least I have that to say about my weekend. Best latte, ever. Swear. You shoulda been there...
Sounds like you had WAY more fun than we did! Hot damn!

"Fun?" I pissed off Jack Kirby's ghost...
(Okay, I guess that was kinda fun...)
Hey leave his Ghost alone. lol
Okay, okay, fine. I suppose I can always go harrass Alex Toth or something...
Or we could all just make fun of a certain Moonstone Dave. Hmmmmm
Is there anything funny about him?
Yeah, that's great... make fun of the guy in the wheel chair. Like I haven't gotten enough of that. Thanks a lot... :sad02:
Aw your in a wheelchair? Thats to bad. Do you need a push. I'll watch out for the stairs.
And people in wheelchairs are not helpless. Look at Christipher Reeve oops now you might start making fun of him.