Sleepy weekend and major chocolate bar discussion with Anne Ishii on narcissists, catalysts, narcissists as catalysts and as weird bringers of alarming psychic synchronicities. We decided that Bed Bath and Beyond is hell and the nearby ABC carpet is heaven especially if you beeline past the $1200 freestanding greek columns for sale, past the sort of astonishing section of spiritual books, straight to Michel Cluizel in the back and let the nice man make you special pomegranate drinks to go with your plate of dark bonbons.
You know who your real friends are when one of them comes to the special torture of Manhattan Bed Bath and Beyond with you. I am certain it would have taken me 40 minutes to find the shower curtains without her.
In more exciting news than my hobbling attempts at domesticity, Ariel Bordeaux who is doing an amazing job curating our fall comics festival has put together a gorgeous zine with her own amazing essay as well as major contributions from Heidi MacDonald and Trina Robbins among others. We will have it for sale here soon--it is so gorgeous. Also Ariel will start blogging soon! So you will have more than my frustrated pottymouth commentary on women in comics, yes you will.