1)
Sorry about the lateness. For some incomprehensible
reason, my Internet went down last night, and as it was not up
again by 3:00 a.m., I decided to give up and go to bed. Fancy
that. 2) If you're in Toronto, please consider attending the Toronto SpecFic Colloquium on October 23rd. My friend Helen has worked very hard to put it together, and it has attracted some awfully interesting guests, including Kelley Armstrong, Julie Czerneda, Guy Gavriel Kay, Tony Burgess, Gemma Files, Karl Schroeder, Peter Watts, David Nickle, Bob Boyczuk, Michael Rowe, and Claude Lalumière. You may register here. As West of Bathurst now probably counts officially as speculative fiction (thanks to Evil Marie's conversation with Casey in the elevator), I can even claim that this little ad is thematically appropriate. Buy Smacky Smores! Okay, maybe not. |
Wednesday, September 29, 2010 |
Panel 1: Marie and Rahim are in Baldwin's apartment, which used to be Casey's. Marie is holding Casey's violin. Marie: I'm taking this. Baldwin: Okay, okay. Panel 2: Rahim: Baldwin, did Casey leave anything indicating where he might have gone? Baldwin: No. Panel 3: Baldwin shows them a small piece of paper. Baldwin: There was nothing, guys...just this one post-it saying I could have his stuff. Marie: It's his handwriting. Panel 4: Baldwin: I love a good mystery, don't you? Marie: Something is very, very wrong with you. Alt-Text: Well, who DOESN'T love a good mystery, really? Go to commentary |