so la, it turns out, is out of the question. meaning i still don’t get to meet leoanrdr (who i’ve known for 6 years and have never met in person or talked to on the phone), and no mystical jim morrison desert experience. it’s really typical really, what we’re doing instead– something absurd which, were it anyone else’s activity, we would tilt our eyebrows at: going to florida and being beach bums. we’ll see what happens. nicky has to be back for sinus surgery on the 12th (so start painting those “get well soon” landscapes), but i give 65% odds that we’ll be back in a week.
thanksgiving went well– me and kc (age 7) drew more awesome anti-authoritarian comics. got dropped off that night in prov for “punksgiving” at the bakery. stranded the next morning by matt hallas that cur, that jag, that hogs’ tooth. oooh!!! took the bus home- not cool.
