Last Night I Dreamed I Went to Manderlay Again

  • 37 Weeks
  • I need to work on Black Cat Vol. 15 today.
  • The editor on two of my as-yet-unannounced Viz projects is leaving.  I’d be more bummed, but KIT FOX is taking over at least one of the titles.  I heart Kit Fox.  So… yay.  Here’s hoping Kit’s got room in his schedule to take both.
  • Speaking of Kit, I just got the comp copy of our last project together — Portus — in the mail yesterday.  [Thank you, Kit.]  For some reason the Amazon pre-order page lists Annette Roman as the editor… it was Kit though.  Huh.  I wonder how that happened.  (Don’t get me wrong — Annette’s great; we’re on a different title together right now in fact.)
  • Pregnancy Progress: 37 weeks, as of yesterday.  What does that mean?  We made it to full term!  The kid’s not due until September 21st, but could come any time now.
  • What else?  I’m freaking out.  A little.  Here’s a tip: don’t try to tell me I shouldn’t be worrying — I’ll rip your head off.  Apparently, it’s hormonal, but honestly, even when I’m not pregnant I’m not fond of having my concerns poo-poo’d.  Who is?  Also:  I’m mean.  Probably meaner than you are.  I will hurt your delicate feelings.  I will find your button and I will smoosh it… I wouldn’t risk it.
  • Last night I dreamed not of Manderlay actually, but of the kid’s impending birth.  Suddenly in the middle of everything, I realized I’d been given an epidural.  I didn’t remember asking for one or having one placed and no one would answer any of my questions.  I wasn’t exactly disappointed that the birth was painless, but I was angry that I wasn’t given the chance to even try the low-intervention approach.  As merely the vessel, I wasn’t consulted.  When the kid was born I was informed that Fraction had changed its name from what we’d agreed upon.  …Think I’m having some control issues?
  • Mom and Frank are here, helping us with the nursery.  [Read: Mom and Frank are working on the nursery while I work downstairs, avoiding the wallpaper stripper fumes and Fraction remains chained to his desk cranking out scripts.  I feel horribly rude, but that wallpaper stripper stinks.]  Hopefully we’ll have something like a closet for the kid by Tuesday.
  • Speaking of Fraction and cranking out scripts, we’ve GOT to get him a new set up. Poor guy’s wrists are about to explode.  I think the desk is the problem.  One day, when we have money again [Buy comics, you bastards!], we’ve got to get him a set up that will allow us to mount they keyboard on some kind of pullout drawer.  We should probably invest in one of those ergonomic keyboards, too.
  • As I write this I’m drinking half a mug of coffee and a non-alcoholic beer.  From separate glasses.  Fraction is nonplussed.
  • 20th Century Boys is being adapted to anime.
  • I feel bad for Barklage’s ass, but this made me laugh.
  • I’m so far behind on thank you notes I should be shot. (Speaking of, does anyone have a mailing address for Lolokickyou? Han? Jill?)
  • Fat Cobra Strikes!! on Facebook.

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