Wind chill advisory run update: frigid and short but enjoyable and required for sanity. Also saw some jackass in a tricked-out, climate-slaughtering, smokestacks-for-exhaust pickup spin out in the middle of the highway so that was neat.
Weather report: still fucking cold.
I have three Christmas traditions: listen to Bob Dylan's Christmas album because it's the best Christmas album ever; watch THE MADAGASCAR PENGUINS CHRISTMAS CAPER short (yes, Rico, ka-boom); and.... ok, I guess I have two Christmas traditions. But they're brilliant.
Bags one through three.
That feeling when you, so far, spend the majority of the bomb cyclone morning on a comics pitch that you're 99% certain will never happen because comics have always been your primary source of creative heartbreak but you nonetheless remain excited enough about it that you consider writing it anyhow while the thing you're supposed to be writing stares at you, arms crossed, foot tapping, breath visible.
Comics organization project, update: temporary shelving to keep them off the cold Paintshop floor. Managed to make get a standing desk in there too; antique accountant’s desk fit just fine. Project status: done until spring.
