…will be made this weekend. I’ll be spending a total of ten hours on a train (first class, even!) so I figure I should be able to crank out some blog entries I’ve been meaning to finish.
Priority number one will be given to WORST DATE EVER PART 5: “Hot English Girls and Horse Tranquilizers” and a little after-the-fact story with me and Crabs that I’ll call “Dude, I loved the way your head exploded!”
(A certain member of the clergy keeps asking for Worst Date Ever, part 5 and I figure I should make him happy. I’m going to need a guy on the inside to vouch for me when it’s time to do those afterlife bookings, and I don’t think my “BUT JESUS, I CAN EXPLAIN!” t-shirt is going to cut it.)
Someone recently emailed me (in fact, I still have to email this person back — soon, I promise!), saying “You’ve experienced quite a few bizarre events. I’m glad you can look back and laugh.” Thank you! My trick to handling life’s strange vicissitudes? Preparedness. As shown by Torg in today’s Sluggy Freelance comic:
...and by that, I mean, being completely ignorant of the larger world outside the U.S.…
Wednesday, August 7, 1991: A sunny day at Toronto’s CNE Grandstand, and what a lineup:…
The cover painting says it all.