Comic Con Pays Off

Ian got my favorite comic book writer/artist to sign one of my comic books while he enjoys four days of Emerald City Comic Con.

 Signed copy of "Mage: Hero Discovered Vol. 1"

Meanwhile, while Ian’s been in Seattle, Benji and I have had:

  • A surprising Thursday – We thought Benji would spend the night at my parents’ house, but my mom came down with a sinus infection, so he came home instead. Mere words cannot express the depth of his sorrow.
  • An easy Friday – Ian actually arrived home on a bus that dropped off near Benji’s school, just as school was getting out. Then, about 6:00, my dad and, a little later, Teresa arrived for pasta dinner. Nice!
  • A fun but exhausting Saturday – After substantial initial resistance, Benji conceded to my plan to spend the morning taking a ferry to Kingston and back. This turned out delightful, if wet and sandy. We have an afternoon hiking date with my friend Ellen, and I think I’m going to have to wake Benji up from his nap to keep the date. That means it was a successful morning!
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    Something Good

    After a long journey, my beautiful S-Works, Swift, has returned to me whole and rebuilt.

    S-Works 2.0 - #rebuiltintheUSA

    The summary story: FedEx crushed the top tube in October. After pursuing all imaginable avenues for replacement — remuneration from BikeFlights, FedEx, and our insurance company getting; a comp replacement from Specialized; buying a new frame for a crash replacement price — I finally looked into getting it repaired.

    I got it repaired at Ruckus Composites in Portland, and they added some lovely additional details designed by my biking buddy David Hose. Continue Reading >>

    A Piece of Poo

    Yesterday I had a rough finish to my workday. I’d spent most of Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday working very hard on an urgent marketing piece. By the end of yesterday I thought the marketing guy and I had it buttoned up. We’d gone through two rounds of edits by the final approver, and just sent it back for one last confirmation that our last tweaks met the need.

    Apparently not.

    The approver shredded (metaphorically; it was a digital file) the document, rewriting vast swathes, stomping like an elephant through the delicately crafted savannah of my work. I’d put in almost three days of work on this, and now the approver — who is not a writer and who knows next to nothing about good writing — took my work, tossed it out the window, and rewrote the entire thing in their own words. Continue Reading >>