Over the last few days, friends from my past have been a vehicle for… something.

and I were hanging out at Gone Wired, and Berl Schwartz (of the City Pulse) walked in. We chatted a bit, and he asked Alex if he was, in fact, the Kilted Baker. After an answer in the affirmative, Alex was set up for an interview. This comes on the tail of his baked goods being mentioned in Gone Wired’s future radio and cable TV advertisements.

That same night, one of the owners approached me about setting up a reading night for poetry, fiction, etc. Details will be hashed out, but apparently I am the perfect person for this.

I had a lot of borked dreams that night.

The next morning, on the bus into class, I sat across from Genevieve, who, after this semester, will be Dr. Nesslage. We caught up, and had quite a thorough conversation for a ten-minute bus ride. The way she still called me Skippy, and the way she said the word, struck me as important, but I can’t put my finger on it. later asked me how she addressed me in my dreams, and I honestly can’t remember.

On the walk to class from the bus, I ran into Mr. Mike, who always hated the Mr. He’s getting married in a matter of weeks. He’s still digging his job at MSU, it seems. I let him know that I was going to be late to class, but I would like to see him around.

Class was cancelled.

I got to work early, got a crap-load done in four hours, and had a severe issue with grumpiness. I mean, severe scorpions-up-the-butt cranky.

On the bus on the way to ISP, I got a call from Scott Thom. Not that we never talk (almost never – my fault), but he most definitely represents a lot of my past. It was a good talk. I finished my online homework in the lab before class started, and I noticed an email from Eric about the Star Wars III preview. I opened the email, and decided replying would be premature. Too much, too fast. Still grumpy at this point.

On the bus ride from class to Theio’s, I ran into Chase again. Still shady as ever. At this point, my grumpiness has turned into pure out-of-it.

and were waiting for me at Theio’s, and the beautiful cover he’s doing for the first issue cheered me up, nearly immediately. I get my poop in a group, so to speak, for the comic, and prepare for patience in my artists to do the same (check the yahoo group, dammit! ;) ).

I know I had some borked dreams last night.

I have no doubt that you are somehow at the center of this, . I may even figure out why and how. Heh.