APE.
If you’re looking for me over the weekend, you’ll need to look in San Francisco. The Spouse and I will be attending APE: her to promote Dicebox, me to stand around looking at comics and try not to get in the way too much. There’s no particular table involved; we’ll be found more likely than not in the company of Patrick Farley or Lori Matsumoto or Kris Dresen or Madison Clell or Scott (or Ivy, or Winter, or Sky) McCloud or one or another of a variety of Pants Pressers, not to drop names or nothin.’ Plus, copious amounts of sushi will be eaten, and we’ll probably try to get to 826 Valencia Street again (this time, when it’s open), and there’s apparently a bookstore I need to visit, and we might even try to squeeze in a trip hereabouts, though I think all our evening meals are already spoken for, darn. Anyway.

Mars (Misunderstanding) Mars (Mappa Mundi, the vague direction thereof)









— Jim Flannery Feb 18, 05:43 PM #
— Jim Flannery Feb 18, 05:58 PM #
(Insofar as used books go, though: we do live in the land of Powell's: I'll see your massive and raise the limit. I'm as up for used book hounding as the next bibliophile; it just takes a bit more to get me excited, is all.)
— --k. Feb 18, 06:50 PM #
— Steve Feb 20, 01:53 AM #
— --k. Feb 20, 06:02 AM #