The Demonweasel Speaks

Watched the Hillary Clinton show this evening, and wow, I gotta tell you, she did a pretty good job.

Okay, better than pretty good.

I have not been her biggest fan, but man this was a speech almost designed to go “See? I can be President. Or at least a good vice president.” Crafty. Very, crafty.

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Kind of a crappy day at work. No real reason, just the Little Things Army getting up on me.

We bought a very sizeable comic collection and so I’ve spent the past few days running through the guide and evaluating, bargaining and then figuring out how to get the most out of what we’ve spent. It’s all about turning over that green paper, y’know?

Speaking of, a professional acquaintance from Antioch came by the shop to pick my brain about getting used books for non-stop Antioch. It was weird because I haven’t thought about used textbooks for so long that I couldn’t remember a lot, and the facts kind of kept spinning and changing. One of those instances where someone asks you a question, you answer, and then they tell you the situation and that changes what you would’ve told them int he first place because what you said initially didn’t really apply. Kind of funny, but it kind of ate up part of my day.

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I’m within spitting distance of finishing the last issue of “Gifted.” I don’t know what I’m going to afterward, as the second project (let’s call it “The Gateway,” because that’s what I call it) is still hanging out there waiting for the artist, so maybe it’s time to run with the new shit, the thing that’s been buzzing in my brain the last month or so.

Imagine: an underground cross country road race, Vegas to Chicago, participated in by luminaries of the occult and fantastic. Vampire royalty, redneck werewolf bikers, invisible men with invisible cars, snotty limey wizard teenagers, and others.

“Crystalball Run?” “Mephistopheles 6-5000?”

Yeah, I think that’s the next big thing.