Ever notice how it's the little things in life that amuse us so much? More to the point, ever notice how it's the silly little idiocies in life that amuse us more than anything else? Well, this is not as much ''the little blog that could'' as it is ''the blog that enjoys going up the down escalator in your local mall.'' Will it have anything of real importance? No, probably not. But enjoy the ride never the less!

 


Spring has sprung, which is good. Mind you, this Sunday clocks will have to be set ahead an hour, which is not good. I really am hoping the already evident change in the weather, temperature and all-around pleasantness of people will help swing me out of my general state of malaise. It's only been in the last 2 months that I've found myself to be unusually lethargic and somewhat apathetic, and this poor bit of nowhere has suffered greatly as a result.

Though if you don't see much of anything happening in this little bit of nowhere (outside of the most fascinating collection of dustbunnies to be collected this side of the world), it's probably safe to assume that no news is good news. Unless you start getting messages on things like AIM or whatnot where all you see is me typing: can't sleep blog will eat me. Which would be doubly scary, since I don't have AIM or the whatnots.

But what has been missed?

Things have happened. Stores have been rearranged. Employees have undergone performance reviews. Other than that, a whole lot of "what the hell are we going to do now?" has taken place. I'm not sure if we should blame the inherent emptiness of the mall on the suddenly beautiful weather, the economy, or gas prices being what they are.

I blame the Evidence Mice, myself. They've been dormant for too long, so this must have something to do with their nefarious plans.

Visits have also been made to Kevin & Donna, where Gabezilla still seems to run on pure "rampage". I swear, the kid's never going to sleep once he hits puberty. He'll be one of those people I'm horribly envious of--the ones who only need 3-4 hours of sleep a day, and can carry on forever like that.

The Confic is also making good progress. Puchuu hats will be worn, 4th Walls will be breached, nipples will be misplaced, and labels will be misread to horrifying and hilarious results. (And I'm betting any of you reading this will be most curious about the nipple remark.) Currently the Confic has reached the 50 page mark, with the last ten pages of that just needing to be stitched together. Which is good, since Kevin & I have already agreed we're going to let the fic go as long as it wants to, and then we'll start snipping pieces out to shrink it down.

The misplaced nipples, however, are staying.

Which reminds me: any of the Fancrew who's wanting (or already volunteered) to do voices for the Confic, and is also eyeing other panels...don't forget to put the "Curse of the Fanboys" Confic on your list for the panel sign-up. Or just toss an updated list to the guy in charge of panels at Anime North. That way he'll make sure not to schedule any of the other panels you want at the same time as the Confic.

Because let's face it: I don't want to have to storm into your panel, level the entire audience with drive-by bukkake, and kidnap you back to perform the Confic. And don't think I won't do it, because the Confic already calls for that scary little sight gag, so we'll have the supplies standing by...so to speak.

And upon rereading that last paragraph, it occurs to me this could make a great tagline for the Confic:


posted by Phillip at 8:13 AM