Wait... what day is it again? What TIME is it again?
Sorry about the late time and the short post, but this past month has been consumed by preparations for not one but two conventions. One I'm visiting with my students; Zenkaikon in April. The other, and the primary reason I'm so distracted, is The Twisted World; Villains and Vixens, where I'm a guest.
It's a relatively new event, and it's an enormous amount of fun.
So... if you're in the area, over eighteen, and want to meet me / talk to me / throw stuff at me in person, drop by. I'll be there all weekend!
Until next time,
Friday, March 21, 2014
See you at Twisted World!
I'm a storyteller, a father, a husband, and a master of many trades. Of dubious quality in all of the above. The photo is not of me; it's art I bought at a convention, I subsequently commisioned the remaining pair of the trio. Lest it be misunderstood, the byline is from a long time friend who made the following comment: "Once in a while you've got to get into Bob's Head. After which you must get back out as fast as humanly possible." He stands by that assessment to this day. Then again, in answer to the question "which is more dangerous, an assault rifle or a hamster?", he answered "Depends, does Bob have the hamster?". Much later in life, a friend from college was doing impromptu Tarot readings, and before each one was choosing what card most accurately represented each person in the room. On being asked what card repped me, he replied "the six of spades". On seeing the inhabitants of the room go into thought trying to figure out what card that might equate to in the Tarot he said "No, don't convert it. In the great Tarot game of life, Bob is playing poker." I don't know WHY people say these things. They just do.