comic con was fun and I need to be not so shy about talking to people who are awesome. Blurting out random things just makes me sound crazy. Like "Holy shit I've been waiting for that game to be developed I wanna play that SO HARD." at mr. dresden codak.

Also fun was the visit to Fantagraphics. I have obtained and read so much Richard Sala I've got spiders in my brains. And Peculia is my new hero. I can't tell if this is worse or better than wanting to be Robin, the boy wonder.

Conference Thing

Oh the burst of creativity that comes with splurging three hundred dollars on a dream. Or something.



I've been gathering together some of my least horrible things to take to the childrens writer's conference in May. With particular attention going to my most involved thing, the thing that will probably never find its final draft, my novel. On a whim I drew a sort of cover and liked it. Sharing time!






That pretty much sums up the whole thing.


I've also found a magazine that specializes in scary children's stories called Crow's Toes Quarterly. Scaring children is a mission a fully support, and I intend to submit something before I get to the conference.


And still I intend to keep up a semi diligent pace on novel number two, because I still want to read it.






How I think I'll ever finish knitting a sweater I do not know please don't ask me.

Incapacitated

I can't rememer the last time I had an illness that stuck around this long. I had to skip out on snowboarding part three due to the constant coughing that comes with any exertion over the level of "sit on couch and stare at tellevision and knit." My biggest achievment so far has been a crappy drawing of a drunk Cillian Murphey being escorted out of a bar by Batman, wearing a Stereotype Me, I'm Irish shirt.

I think I need something to do outside the house.

Not Seen By Internet

There is an oasis of information that does not exist on the internet. I can't find anything on the history of Salmon Beach. Not even a blurb on the random Tacoma History sites. This is terrible. The only thing on this wonderful strip of houses built on the other side of Point Defiance over the water is some listing on a house hunting site. It was overpriced, by the way.

Looks like I'm going to be fabricating some history. Whoo hoo!

I have a new favorite show. It's over here:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iCY1lI8bmlE
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fBgHjkqxs3I&feature=related

I can't quite figure out how to get the videos onto this thing.

Covered

Rick's awesome Superman (with mermaid) and the Covered Blog inspired me to redraw the wonderful WonderWoman comic I found ages ago at work. It was disintigrating when I took it, so no worries, we didn't lose one of those critical 25 cent sales. For the record, my favorite Covered cover was Richard Sala's Batman. "You'll take Batman to your catacombs over my dead body, Catwoman!" "Have it your own way, Batgirl!"

I've been reading Pippi Longstocking, and couldn't remember the correct way to spell circus. I thought Astrid Lindgren's spelling would suffice.

Snow Boarding Part 2: Electric Boogaloo

Before we left, Erik switched our bindings so I was no longer in the step in things and actually had a way to make them tighter. Oh my god oh my god that makes such a crazy huge difference. I actually got off the chair lift without falling. TWICE. And I rode my back edge down the mountain, had a couple really long runs, and even enjoyed a couple falls.

The snow is really really nice when it has more of a give than wet concrete, which was comparable to last time. This time there was probably about seven inches of new snow, and when I took a crazy fall going end over end, I got up laughing, because holy crap falling in that is fun.

Going up the first chair lift, I had the idea that it would be my last run ever, because I was terrified, and certain I would only be able to ride backwards again, and take another flying fall onto my head again, and maybe brake a collar bone, at best. But somehow that terrible fear motivated me into learning the right way to go down the mountain, and I even had fun.

Oh man, just like two more times and I'm sure I can ride the chair all the way to the top.


In writing news I have to scrap about two chapters due to my setting being just too crazy to work. Best laid plans... well we all know what happens to that.

Birthday party

It's my moms birthday today! I went to church with her this morning, and helped to greet people at the door. I saw mom's friend Pam, and Pam said

"Oh Megan! So nice to see you! You look normal, it's nice."
Taken aback, the only thing to say was "Normal?"
"Trust me, it's a good thing."

I have no idea what to think of this conversation. Was I not normal last she saw me? I tried thinking of what I looked like... I haven't had pink hair in years. She only sees me at church, and I dress nicely for church... What on earth did she mean by that?

My mom only laughed and said "Yes that's weird." so at least I'm not alone on this.

For my mom's birthday, we painted her living room and entryway, and tomorrow I'm taking her to see Coraline.


In other news, planning out a novel is like constructing a working robot out of all the contents of the game closet: mashing jenga pieces up with a couple different puzzles, hooking up operation into Hi Ho Cherrio, and glueing checkers into candyland. Yet, I feel I'm making some headway. I've got about three chapters, and I may have solved some serious logistic problems. I knew that monopoly shoe would come in handy.