And another MoCCA Festival tumbles into the past; the memories of it already disintegrating in the squishier regions of my noggin. Thanks to the Bourgeois Pig for letting a bunch of half-dressed, potty-mouthed intertooners completely trash your whole deal, and thanks to whoever pulled the fire alarm on Sunday which set into motion a series of events that will make the next few days even more difficult than they usually are. The trip back from NYC ended up taking ten hours, which served to ironically rub Friday's post all up in my face by pointing out the major flaws in public transportation: you got no control and that shit breaks like all the dang time, especially after a fake fire alarm puts you on the train after the one you're supposed to be on. Anyway.
Much to do at TopatoCo this week. As you can see, Cat and Girl Book 2 is out, among other things, I'm going to be selling the remainder of the MoCCA 2008 Prints, and now I'm going to take a nap for half an hour or so.
