Columbus and Broadway

When in doubt, flee the country.

Bags are packed, Tim Tams purchased, and I know where my passport is. I would take my heart to San Francisco, in order to leave it there, but I can't find it. Clearly, I did not keep it in a safe place, like my passport.

For those I am going to be seeing for the first time in years, or in fact for the first time at all, here is a true-to-life-taken-right-this-second depiction of the front of my face:



So now you have no excuse not to recognise me (and are free to flee on sight, I'm considerate like that).

The rest of you, keep the internet warm while I'm out.

Now, tally ho! What!

Oh yeah, right, forgot about this.

I'm crossing the Pacific on the 26th of October. I'll spend a couple of days in San Francisco, head down to Monterey to go to the aquarium, and then on to San José for World Fantasy. Which is already looking to be insane and will probably burn out my people tolerance for another year, but what the hell. That's what you expect of hermit crabs, right?

Thursday night is the Last Drink Bird Head / Finch / Booklife party, which will also feature the first Last Drink Bird Head Annual Awards. Preorders for everything available, and everything worth preordering.



Friday night is a fancy schmancy dinner.

Saturday night is the Gigawatt's birthday party, featuring zombies and cupcakes (science-fictiony mortician's dress? check), followed by the Weird Tales party.

Sunday night I crawl around gibbering and looking for somewhere quiet to sleep.

Followed by a couple more days in San Francisco, and then another long flight back across the Pacific, to the future.

There's lots of people I know that I'll be meeting for the first time, lots of people I know I'll be meeting for the second time, and lots of people I don't know I may or may not be meeting at all. Should be interesting, at any rate.

(There is not at all enough time to prepare for this argh.)