Back in Black
I flew back in from L.A. last night and am now enjoying gray skies and cold temperatures after laboring for a week under warm, sunny days. Double-blah. To add to the misery, my partially sentient stepmother (hereafter to be referred to as The Stepmonster) managed to lose my luggage at the LAX security checkpoint and then spent the rest of the return trip wondering why I was so pissed at her. It would probably be little consolation to her that I’m just as annoyed with myself for entrusting it to her in the first place. Cinderella doesn’t have a monopoly on shit stepmothers, let me tell you.
Thankfully I was smart enough not to give her my laptop to watch, so that’s safe and secure – but I did lose a half-dozen swag-ariffic tee shirts obtained at conventions over the last few years and nearly all my decent pants (not to mention one week’s worth of underwear and socks). Oh, and all the gifts and goodies I grabbed in L.A. So yeah, I’m a little annoyed with The Stepmonster.
As Rorshach would say, ‘Hrm.’
So anyway, I’m back in picturesque Cincinnati and ready to blog my ass off. I probably won’t actually be back on the ball until tonight or tomorrow, but when I am I’ll be sure to share some details of my trip as well as a couple of reviews and maybe an article or two.
Oh, and mad props again to AnaKhouri for running the benevolent dictatorship while I was out.
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Dude, that SUCKS. Any chance of recovering your stuff?