Hey guys. I'm putting this out there in case if people are wondering why I'm not blogging as much. I'm waiting on good news.
I've been presented with a chance to step up in life. I want to say that this is not a welcome opportunity. This is one of those crisis situation opportunities. This is one of those, keep calm with your eyes forward
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Holy fuck this year is almost over. I was just blogging about the new year yesterday.
Barring something big happening between now and the new year, this year was a wash. October alone had more shit happen that I hope to God I don't have to deal with again for a long long time.
If anything, I need to grow the fuck up and get...
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Got a 5k in less than two hours, gonna be home in time to see Santa in the parade, and then it's off to my aunts house for the best meal of the year. Everyone have a safe, wonderful day.
John Hurt should have his own season.
I waited too long, I knew money would be tight and I wouldn't have off the next day, but I'm really bummed I can't see the blackheart burlesque tour. Tickets for Brooklyn are sold out. Well the tour only comes around every eight years or so and I highly suspect there's going to be a movie about it (cause why not?). I'll have other things...
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I launched a kickstarter at NYCC in October. A few days ago, it ended.
It funded.
OH THANK FUCKING GOD FOR DAYLIGHT SAVINGS AN EXTRA HOUR OF SLEEP.
In other news, I realized how slim my feed was after losing my bookmarks. On the old site, I never friend requested because I treat internet correspondence funny, and now I'm suffering for it.
I want to say thank you to Pesky, Palette, Margarette, Lua, Sarahskittles, and everyone else that stopped by the booth today. Today was a good day.
It's the night before New York Comic Con. I'm driving in with supplies, a table, and candy. I've got some things to do this week. I just hope I get them done smoothly.
This is what it must be like to have to go from driving a twenty year old shitbox to a brand new car with a million buttons.
