whew!--PERHAPA-BLOG 600 wore me out!
(ha! i think perhapa-blog 600 sounds like a robot we've gotta fight, like hal 9000, or T-2000, or the bass-o-matic 76)
this week, craig and i are working, not frantically, but swiftly, to get the halloween special all wrapped up and ready to go to the printer. i'm pretty happy with it and hope you will be too.
and, man--talk about fast! scott weinstein and jason copland are moving along so quickly on the one-shot they're doing, molly's story, that it will be done in no time! and it's great--i really really love what they're doing with it!
other than that, i don't have much. rich woodall sent me this link to the crazy costume awesomeness at comicon last weekend and so i will share this with you...
as i said in 600, alison's sent me some cool stuff lately--didja watch that african rainstom/africa video...?
here are some of the "imponderables" she sent the other day...
Why doesn't Tarzan have a beard?
Why do we press harder on a remote control when we know the batteries are flat?
Why do banks charge a fee on 'insufficient funds' when they know there is not enough?
Why do Kamikaze pilots wear helmets?
Why does someone believe you when you say there are four billion stars, but check when you say the paint is wet?
Whose idea was it to put an 'S' in the word 'lisp'?
What is the speed of darkness?
Why is it that people say they 'slept like a baby' when babies wake up every two hours?
If the temperature is zero outside today and it's going to be twice as cold tomorrow, how cold will it be?
Do married people live longer than single ones or does it only seem longer?
How is it that we put man on the moon before we figured out it would be a good idea to put wheels on luggage?
Why do people pay to go up tall buildings and then put money in binoculars to look at things on the ground?
finally, not to end on a sad note or anything, i lost my uncle jack the other night.
my father's older brother, i could really relate to my uncle jack. he was sorta the black sheep of the family--well, of my father's family--because he was a bit more outgoing, friendlier, and he could talk more about his emotions than his two brothers. uncle jack told people that he loved them and was a kind and caring guy. he was always smiling and always tried to make sure that everyone was involved in the conversation--even when we were little kids.
i normally don't like to bring up or burden you all with too much of my personal life or family matters, but uncle jack was a part of this blog too on many occasions. he sent me many, many, (many) jokes an stories and photos--both funny and inspirational--every night. i would go through them and cull the ones that i thought you might like, and so uncle jack was an unwitting contributor to this blog. he would forward 10 or even 20 emails a night and though we only wrote back and forth once or twice a month, the steady stream let me know he was okay. but the emails stopped about a month ago and my dad let me know that uncle jack wasn't doing very well. he had severe respiratory problems and was having such trouble breathing. he had battled it for years and called my dad the other night to say he was tired. and goodbye. he passed away in his sleep that night.
so thank you, uncle jack, for all the great jokes and emails.
and rest peacefully now.
my grandfather was a trucker and this is the letterhead to the writing pads that served as his delivery forms. my grandpa is the one in front, foot on the fender and a cigar in his mouth. i got a ka-billion stories about that guy. my uncle jack is the guy in the white coat behind him.
have a good wednesday!
smell ya later!