It's a peculiar piece, a little Raymond Chandler, a little Zane Grey, a little Philip K. Dick.
Did I mention Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends on the Cartoon Network? It's my new favorite television show, after Farscape. I think I have a crush on Frankie. It wouldn't be my first cartoon crush.
Last night, Spooky, Jennifer, and I watched Hellboy on DVD (I saw it at the theatre, loved it, and have been waiting on the DVD to see it again). This DVD contains one of the absolute best "making of" documentaries I've ever seen, as well as a few missing deleted scenes and such. But the documentary was great. Afterwards, I played a couple hours of Crimson Skies (I have reached South America, after that Maria tralk betrayed me), but managed to get to sleep at the relatively reasonable hour of (roughly) 3 a.m. I woke to The Rebirth of Mothra. Jesus, Moll and Lara freak me out. If only they wouldn't sing.
Don't forget the HUGE eBay auction, now in progress. And because Saturdays are slow and every book we sell is one less book we have to move to the new place, from now until midnight tonight (midnight Pacific, 3 a.m. EST), every "Buy It Now" purchase will get you the free Nyarlathotep CD plus a free monster doodle.
And now I should go. Brush my teeth. Exercise. Write. You know the drill.