I’ve just finished reading all 22 issues of Transmetropolitan. Okay, I read six or seven of the issues two days ago, but the rest I read today. Holy crap, that’s a mind twist.

Last night I unpacked from my vacation and packed for my weekend. How cool is that? :)

Apparently, it’s an all-or-nothing thing with regards to me looking like . You either see it or you don’t.

‘s favorite comic artist of all time was at the con, and she couldn’t have been a cooler person. Gave me some thoughts about the comic book industry. *grins evilly* These ideas will work very well with my upcoming trip to Cleveland, methinks.

Things that I am itching to write about this weekend, in no particular order:

• Steven
• Outlining my second novel
• Chapter 16

Maybe my head will explode. :)

Penguicon kicked my ass in all the right ways.

The hotel room at the Sheraton was SWANK. That king-size bed was ultra-comfy.

I ran the Neverwhere screening from 2:30 AM to 5:30 AM on Sunday morning, with the lovely . I paid for it the next day, but damn I love that series.

I had terrific food all weekend. I went to some schweet panels (and one lame one). I got my Adventures in the Dream Trade signed my Neil Gaiman. I got a picture with Neil Gaiman. I, of course, was a total fanboy. Apparently, due to a dislike of crab, California rolls are not his thing.

/fanboy

I also spent a LOT of money at the charity auction for the Comic Book Legal Defense Fund. All for a fantastic cause, and I got many, many cool things, including a raver-lighter with a green flame, a ridiculous tie, issues 1-22 of Transmetropolitan, and some ORIGINAL SLUGGY FREELANCE artwork. Like, the shit he drew and scanned in to post the comic. A couple from last week, and a couple from last month. With the vampire plot. I was so stoked.

More on the con and how cool it was as it bubbles to the surface, I’m sure.

The important part is that I had a vacation that I desperately needed and it was amazingly stress-free and perfectly rejuvenating.

There was a dream that I was having this morning, right before woke me up. I was in my forties, and I had two daughters. One was an artist, and she and I were in the garage, looking at two different pieces that she’s put together… not paintings, but like, industrial art pieces.

She thought that this one was crap and wasn’t nearly as good as the other one. I told her exactly what I liked about it and made her smile.

And then I woke up.

Tonight, I’ve:

• Cleaned the bathroom
• Added text messaging to my phone plan and confirmed ‘ mom’s account as the referral
• Packed for the weekend and Penguicon
• Sorted recycling and put trash in the dumpster
• Shaved mah face (don’t worry, the goatee is still there)
• Sewed two buttons on an old shirt and sewed closed a hole in the pocket of a pair of slacks
• Taped a crap-load of SG-1

That seems to free up quite a bit of time over the weekend and following vacation for creativity. Hrm. ;) Novel, the Steven plot lines, and maybe an eentsy bit of Carnival. God damn, I feel accomplished.