June 14, 2005

The rumors of my death have been greatly exaggerated
entry, Tuesday, June 14th, 2005

Some of you may have noticed the alarming "red text" update above the entry on Monday. It's true... I phoned Chalain, the Schlock Mercenary Web Guy, and asked him to post that. Apparently I sounded enough like death warmed over (and then left on the counter to rot) that I convinced him I was dying.

That was Sunday afternoon. By Monday night I was well enough to actually go outside and meet people. So I did. I got together with six Bay Area Schlockers at Fuddruckers in Dublin, California for dinner, whipped out some artwork, and ate most of a 1/3 pound burger.

Greg, Jim, Andy, Graeme, Madeline, and Eric -- Thank you for a great time! I love hanging out with readers and slamming on the work of my peers -- especially that George Lucas hack. Thank you also for not getting sick (do NOT get sick), because the last thing I need to go with my recuperation from a bout with 24-hour stomach flu is GUILT. I hope you remembered to bathe in rubbing alchohol and hydrogen peroxide after shaking hands with me. And that artwork you've got? It wouldn't hurt to have it framed, just so the germs will be trapped under glass.