August 22nd, 2007

smokin'

We Have Arrived

We are back from TCAF and Ontario, having had a very, very nice time. Perhaps I will post about it in more detail when I have fully recovered from the event and the drive home and a Monday headache from mixing some drinks, several of which were poorly mixed (but still happily consumed).

We have quite a bit of business to catch up on, and the e-mail is backed up something fierce, so if you've written us recently, please be patient, we'll get back to you asap. If you've asked about a piece of original art, I'll try to get back to you within the next day or two, for some reason we've had a bump in art inquiries in the past two weeks. When the dust settles a bit we hope to have the list updated and added to, I have a number of pieces prepped for TCAF that will be going onto the art list as soon as we have the time to get around to it. We have some unpacking to do, some work to catch up on, and some sleep to chase.

Thanks to everyone who stopped by our table at TCAF to pick something up, get something signed, jawbone a bit, etc. Thanks to those who gave up an hour of their time to sit in on our panel. Thanks to Chip Zdarsky for moderating the panel/putting up with me (And Emily). Thanks to Sarah for same. Much thanks to Chris Butcher for inviting us and putting on a fun show. Thanks to those who drew pictures in Em's Little Golden Book sketchbook. Thanks to Jeet Heer for showing us the amazing Walt and Skeezix Sundays book.

More thanks later. Or I'll just e-mail the folks personally. We met some very nice folks, caught up with others, had a nice time, ate some swell Japanese food, some nifty Canadian junk food, drank some much-appreciated high-fructose corn syrup-free Coca Cola to stay awake.

Toronto is a seemingly lovely place we wouldn't mind being shipwrecked on. It made coming home to the swamp that is Staten Island that much harder.

I feel like a zombie, gotta go clean up and stumble around and pretend to be human until we can go back to sleep. We'd hoped to go to Coney Island today to walk the midway before it gets demolished and eat Nathan's hot dogs and see if we could hook up with the Aquabats before they played, but we are wiped out, our brains are fogged, and the weather, while to my liking, sucks for such an undertaking.

I guess we might just sit around the house and watch the episodes of Yo Gabba Gabba! stored on the DVR while we were out and about.  I know Emily wouldn't mind that a bit.