It's rare that I get the opportunity to make our Gabriel execute some tawdry bit of fan fiction. There's pictures there for the faithful to enjoy.

The fourth page of our five page Far Cry Instincts comic is now available. We leave Jack for just a moment so that we can eavesdrop on a very touching moment between Crowe and Dr. Krieger. It’s an emotionally powerful page that I’m told leaves the reader "begging for more". In fact, I wouldn’t be surprised if we’re asked to write the next Far Cry game.

We thought throwing Gabe and Annarchy together might be an interesting experiment. You be the judge.

When we were at MIT, which I will eventually describe in unerring detail because the people there were amazing, I fielded a question near the end that I didn't answer to anyone's satisfaction. There wasn't enough time, and I'm not entirely sure I understood it. He wanted to know what I thought of Greg Costikyan's manifestos, specifically the two part (self-admitted) screed available at The Escapist.

One of the stories we are often asked to tell at a convention is the one regarding our ill-fated first book. I don’t mind re-telling it because it really is a very funny story. I always say that we had a difference of opinion with the publisher. We thought we should be paid for the book and he thought he should keep all the money and move to Alaska. That always gets a chuckle. Inevitably someone in the back shouts “what’s his address?” This also gets a big laugh. Now I know it’s just a joke. I mean, you guys would never beat someone up for us… but I’ve also never posted the man’s address.

Clinton's mom is a librarian, so, I mean, all hail. She loves a webcomic called Unshelved, which is all about things that make sense to her. Where we might have a shirt that says "Rogues Do It From Behind," they might have a shirt that says "What Would Dewey Do?"

We picked up an iPod Nano for a friend of ours who is heading out to Basic Training. What I told the clerk about his ultimate destination might have been a bit presumptive. There's also Afghanistan.

We're talking about a person that a couple total assholes find rude.

Someone just sent me a hilarious Ellison story. I’ll just post it here for you all to enjoy. Just so we’re all on the same page, Mr. Ellison is about 4 feet tall. I suppose he’s always been short but he might have been tall at some point and now he’s shrinking. The same thing is happening to my Grandma.

So Tycho and I are up in front of the audience with Harlen, and Hank (the con organizer) presents us with some jester hats (“Fool’s caps”). Tycho and I put ours on because we are polite, but Harlen - who is apparently too cool for school - refuses to wear his. I turn to him and say, “Don’t you want your hat?” and he tells me to fuck off. This caught me off guard, I mean I have no clue who this fucking coot is. Then he points to a pad of paper he has and asks if I’m aware that his paper is also called foolscap. Now, I’ve never heard that term before, I pretty much just call it paper so I shake my head “no.” This really isn’t a fair question. I mean, it would be like me asking him about Photoshop or if he can remember what he had for lunch. The guy was essentially setting me up to look stupid in front of all these people. So then he asks me if I even attended college and I say “No, I did not.” Then, he says “did you at least finish high school?”

I know you're dying to.

He's pissed at YOU. If he's pissed at me, it's simply because I know you. It was clear to me from the start that he wouldn't appreciate having to "share" guest of honor status, so to my mind an altercation was inevitable.

I think that Harlan guy is really pissed at us.

Before the convention itself got underway, Foolscap guest of honor Harlan Ellison was savaged by a parrot.

Just as a kind of exercise, the SkyMall catalogue is something we've used to keep our minds off the realities of flight for years. The strip we did awhile back about a machine which would repel either dogs or witches (but never both) was born of this odd, airborne magazine, and when we got off the plane from Hotlanta (which I have heard Ludacris refer to as "The ATL") we just tossed it in the laptop bag.

I'd heard of their other mods, but their PSP project seems to be shaping up nicely - check this thing out. PSP displayed to your television might make UMD a fraction of one percent more sensible.