We Can Be Heroes, Just for One Day

Mood: Hmmmmm...
Listening To: David Bowie - "Heroes"
Been Reading: C. S. Lewis - "The Silver Chair"
Been Watching: "The Venture Bros."

First bit of news: Bohemian Trash Studios will be at HeroesCon this weekend, in Charlotte, North Carolina. Booth 521. If you're going, make sure you stop by and say "hello", eh? It's a great opportunity to pick up your copy of "Dis" if you don't have one yet, pretty posters for your walls, and to discover your new favorite comic in the other BT titles. (Read "Zona". Seriously. It'll blow your mind out through your eyesockets, leaving two smoking craters in place of your eyeballs, giving off the curious aroma of gasoline and burnt bacon...and you will love it.)

In other news...My homeboy Dave is totally my hero. He's takin' advantage of his flextime hours to help me take my scanner to the repair shop. (It's too big for me to carry by myself.)

In other news...My alarm never went off today and I slept until 4pm. *Shakes head.*
As usual, when sleeping in the middle of the day, I was having elaborate dreams. I dreamed I went back to North Dakota. Saw the family. And it was totally happy. There was pizza.
Also, there was a machine that created a door that transported people between dimensions. This involved all Power Ranger teams from the past, present, and future meeting together in one spot to defeat some kind of ultimate evil in the 14th century.
A-a-a-a-anyway...One of these Rangers and I fell in love and we got engaged. He was from the future, from an African-American hip-hop Power Ranger team. He had amazing dreadlocks.

Well...I'm gonna go buy food before I starve to death. Go to North Carolina. Ciao.