So Dave revealed the title to “Secret Project #1″ yesterday: Judenhass:

From the website itself:

Judenhass – An examination of the historical roots of the Holocaust through quotes from historical personages drawn in a photorealism style from period photographs. Begun in response to the sixtieth anniversary of the liberation of Auschwitz (2005) it will be released during the sixtieth anniversary of the founding of Israel.

Judenhass is a stand-alone one shot comic book, perfect bound and 56 pages long. It’s published by Aardvark Vanaheim Inc. for release in May 2008. It will be kept in print, and it’s hoped that the title will be kept in stock by retailers and supported by them as a perennial title.

There is also a  6 page preview at the website, an essay on the creation of the comic, and some behind the scenes of the creation of the art for the comic book.  I’ll let the preview and the website talk for the book, as I’ll be picking it up, and probably a few extra to hand out to some non-comics reading friends.

So remember how the other day I described the . . .”incident” with my missing baggage at the Boston airport? Well, that was Saturday afternoon. So Sunday about 8:30 pm or so I decided for whatever reason to check the online baggage claim status check (which they call “delayed” baggage look up). I entered my last name and my file locater and clicked on go.

The good news? They had found my bag as of 3pm and were going to deliver it within the next 6 hours:

 “Bag Tag Number(s): 12345 has arrived and has been scheduled for pickup by the delivery service on Feb 24 at 03:00 PM local time. It will be delivered to the address you provided within approximately 6 hours* (*Delivery times may vary due to the time of day, delivery location or other extenuating circumstances.) of pick up time. “

The bad news? They had my address all kinds of messed up. Even though I had spelled it out for the woman behind the counter after I realized she didn’t understand me when I originally stated it for her. You would think, that the internet being what it is, they would have a system online that would allow you to update your information.

No such luck with that site. They didn’t have an email addy for missing baggage claims, you had to place a phonecall – at least it is a 1-800 number.  So I called the number and talked to RJ. He took my information and then I said something that seeing as how my bag was picked up about 3pm, and it would be delivered about 6 hours later, or approximately 9pm. The time I called was approximately 8:30, so about a half an hour before they would deliver it. I asked if since it was almost delivery time and I hadn’t seen my bag yet, I figured they had the wrong address and would deliver it tomorrow. And since tomorrow I would be at work, would it be better to have my work address? RJ stated that there was still time and they could still deliver it tonight. I asked so the delivery service would get the updated information? RJ didn’t have an answer for that. I didn’t want to press the issue as all it would get me is a headache and wouldn’t deliver my baggage any faster. Besides, it was getting late and I didn’t want some strange guys buzzing my apartment late at night.

So the next morning at work I go in expecting to see my voicemail light flashing, as the delivery service was supposed to call me before they attempted to deliver my baggage (at least according to the woman working behind the counter on Saturday afternoon at the airport).

Nope, no voicemail from anyone.

About 10:30 am or so, I was paged by the operator that I had a call waiting on an outside line. So I picked it up. Guess who? The delivery service. They stated that they had put my address into the GPS system and it didn’t register. I gave them the correct address as I had given it to RJ the previous night. I told them though that I wasn’t there and I was at work so perhaps they could drop it off at work. When I gave them my work address, they balked at coming to my work as they would “have to turn all the way around and go in the opposite direction” as they were headed to Providence.

::sigh::

So I gave them the address of the apartment complex’s main office and directed them there. They kept asking me about my home address and I kept having to tell them that I was at work and no one would be there (I wasn’t worried about them breaking into my apartment, as there as several levels of security to get in).  Finally I got it across to them where they should take the baggage and hung up on them. How exasperating!

After work I went to the apartment complex office and found my bag sitting right there. At home I opened it up and checked for all my clothes and stuff. All still there. Only two days after my arrival. Good thing this didn’t happen on my way down to Mexico as I’d been without cloths the whole way down there, and by the time it arrived, I’d left for home.

Usually I don’t travel too often by air, just once a year to Columbus, OH and back for the SPACE convention. And the majority of my international flights have been courtesy of Uncle Sam, which made customs a snap:

“Oh, so you’re declaring this 20 pound machine gun and 2 bags of ammunition?”

“Yeah, and my 9mm pistol too.”

“Okay, enjoy the tropical paradise of Haiti.”

“Thanks.”

In all my years of flying, never was my trip so prone to disaster. Sure, I’ve had “misplaced luggage” and late flights, but nothing that added up to the mess that I found American Airlines in this past week:

• Missed flight: They scheduled me on a connecting flight that only have us 30 minutes to make it across a huge airport (Dallas – Fort Worth). So our connecting flight would start boarding by the time we hit the ground. However, our flight coming in was late and we missed the flight. To put the icing on this cake, our flight attendants must not have known this or didn’t want to say anything in front of the other passengers (who wants disgruntled passengers bad mouthing your airline on a plane filled of possible repeat passengers?), as the flight attendants gave us the impression we could still make that flight: they asked everyone board to stay seated so we could get off early (and still some assholes stood up and tried to block the aisle way).
• Rerouted Travel: There were no more flights to our destination into the following afternoon. So we would miss 2/3ths of our conference that was the entire reason for this trip. Luckily the ticket agent (Hi Susie! the only good thing that happened on this trip) managed to find us a flight connected through another city (from Dallas to Mexico City to Chihuahua if you’re interested).
• Baggage Handling System: So once you put it into the baggage handling system, your bags are pretty much untraceable save for an actual person going through all the baggage to find yours. That seems really unsecured and stupid to me. I guess it wouldn’t get into the system if there was a bomb on it (at least I hope our security detection methods would find it), but I can just imagine a bag with a bomb in it floating around that system with hundreds of police trying to find it. . .but I digress. On those slips that they slap around your luggage – they should put a small RFID tag. Put sensors up in the airport and then they could ping the luggage and find out where it is located. Sure, it might cost a few cents more then just the sticker, but think of the increased customer service factor. Susie and Andrew both spent over 1/2 hour each on a different phone trying to contact people to find our luggage: did it go on to Chihuahua (no, since our flight came in after that flight left), so where in the airport was it? Somehow they found it, as it was at the baggage claim in Mexico City.
• Canceled Flight: When I checked in for the return flights, the ticket agent there stated my connecting flight had been canceled. No further information then that and I should see the ticket agent when I arrived in Dallas. When we got there, it turns out that the northeast corridor had all kinds of flight cancellations and delays due to a snowstorm. Not something that American Airlines could control. But at the ticket counter there were only 3 ticket agents to help us – granted we could’ve gone upstairs to the main ticket counter. However I would think that a little common sense would say: there are people coming off of an international flight that will have their connecting flight canceled due to the inclement weather in the northeast, so lets put more then 3 people on duty down there so they don’t have to wait in yet another line. That and at no time during my missed flight and the canceled flight “incidents” did any of the ticket agents make the offer of having American Airlines pay for or give any kind of voucher for a hotel room. Nor did they give us any assistance to finding a hotel room or making our way around a “foreign” city.
• Missing Baggage: I actually managed to have my luggage follow me around from city to city pretty well except until I got back to Boston. I don’t know if the luggage was actually on the same plane from Chicago as me (somehow I doubt it, as American Airlines had scheduled another tight connection so that my connecting flight was boarding 1st class passengers by the time I got over to it) or if they put the luggage on a different plane that made it to Boston before me. For when I got into Boston, I went to the luggage conveyor and saw the teevee showed our flight as arrived at gate such-and-such and that our luggage would be at conveyor B. So I stood and waited for it to start. And waited. And finally conveyor A starts up. Some luggage from my flight came out on it, about 10 pieces. Over on the other side of conveyor B people were rummaging through tons of bags that were just sitting on the floor. There were some American Airlines personnel milling around as well, but at no time did they offer to help me or did I hear them directing us that the luggage sitting there was from my flight. Eventually conveyor A turned off and some American Airlines employee pulled off the luggage and put it on the floor beside the other bags. So I started looking at the bags to try and find mine. Still no help from any employee. I was literally standing two feet away from three of them, with my checked baggage ticket in my hand and an irritated look on my face and not one of them offered to help me. I asked if there was any more luggage from my flight coming in, and they said no, it should be here. They asked where I checked my baggage and I said Dallas and they said it should be in the Dallas section. Which was no help as there were a couple flights worth of luggage sitting there. I looked again, could not find it still and said so. One of them pointed at a counter and said to go see the agent there. Who then took my information, gave me a claims ticket and told me to expect a call before they delivered my luggage. Not once did anyone apologize nor did they offer to help me. This irritated me more then anything else that happened this entire trip. But I digress. Next time American Airlines, notify your passengers that their luggage will be sitting on the floor, have it sorted by flight number, and have an agent get it for us so there aren’t random people pulling out luggage, or at least have someone checking claim tickets to ensure the person is taking their luggage and not making off with anyone else’s luggage.

Trust me, I’ll be writing a letter to American Airlines about how disgusted I was with their service (and praising Susie and Andrew for their great service, too bad the rest of the company doesn’t follow their lead).

And there were other little things that just irrated me about American Airlines as well, I don’t know if it is common among other American Carriers, all I can say is that AeroMexico totally showed up American Airlines with the little perks. American Airlines, you could do a few little things that would make flying a bit more pleasant (other then correcting the above crap):

• Snacks: To get a snack I have to pay $3? Sure, the bag of cookies and the tin of chips was a bit bigger then the small bag of peanuts or the bag of pretzels that I’m used to getting on US Air, but I shouldn’t have to pay for my snack. If you want to charge $3 for the larger snack, fine. But at least offer us the smaller snack for free.
• Meals: I was on a flight that was 4 hours and 30 minutes (per our itinerary at least) and there was no meal offered. Sure I could pay the $3 for the snack, but all I had to sustain myself was the 12 oz can of coke they gave me.
• Rubbing it in our faces: So while we sat in coach without eats, first class had meals even on the shorter flights. Put up a screen of some kind so we don’t need to watch this happening.
• MD “Super” 80s: This line of plane started being used on flights in 1980, and production was stopped on it in 1999 and many companies are now phasing them out of service (from the Wikipedia article). If American Airlines insist on using these aircraft, they should at least update them: they could remove the seats and put in new seats that have the little teevee monitor on the seat ahead of the passenger and the plug ins for headphones in the armrests: that way we could watch movies or like jetblue, show a display of our flight route and where we are on it (along with airspeed, altitude, etc.). Besides, my ass started hurting in an hour, I could only imagine how old and flat the foam in “seat cushion” must have been.

To put it bluntly, I was quite displeased with my American Airlines experience. And what makes me laugh is when I go searching for airfare for the SPACE trip, American Airlines is usually the one that cost the most. If I had paid more to fly on American rather then other carrier and got this crappy service? I’d be even more upset. Luckily for me, work paid for my flight. But I’ll tell you know, I’m going to let everyone at work know how much I disliked their service.

. . .ass.

So my trip to Mexico was . . .good except the flights. Anything that could go wrong with a flight did. Well, almost everything: at least my flight didn’t crash on the Lost island and at least the landing gear was okay unlike that other American Airlines flight (though that pilot did an amazing job landing it).

The flight from Boston to Dallas was late, and by the time we arrived our flight to Chihuahua had already left 2 minutes prior. The crew of the flight we were on prolly didn’t know this as they told us that they would do a special announcement so everyone would stay seated so the people that had “tight connections” could leave quicker to get to those flights. It was the two of us and then three elderly people on a different flight. We got off the plane with the elderly people in the lead, they were talking about how their flight had already left so there was no point rushing. . .my thought? Get the fuck out of the way then so we could try making our way to our flight on time.

If we had only know the flight had already left, then we wouldn’t have run up to the “skylink” train and run down the concourse to an empty gate. At the ticket counter we found the only good thing about American Airlines: Susie and Andrew. You see, Susie helped get us a flight to Chihuahua, thought we would have to fly down to Mexico City that night and then to Chihuahua in the morning, better then leaving Dallas at noon to get into Chihuahua about 1:30 or so only to miss the majority of the conference. . .And Andrew was her supervisor who actually walked down to the concourse to look for our luggage. He didn’t find it during that trip, but somehow with the both of them on their bat-phones they managed to round up our luggage and we found it on the baggage claim in Mexico City.

Ahh, Mexico City. Capital of Mexico. And it was huge. Flying over it to land at the airport, it seemed to go on forever. Lights in every direction. Just amazing the vastness of it all. At the airport we were on our own to find a hotel, so we were walking around looking for signs or anything and my traveling companion decided to ask some kid in an uniform for help. The kid spoke muy poquito English. He walks us over to this guy who says he’ll take us to a hotel. We ask if there is one in the airport, he says yes, but it is full. My scam sense is going off, but nothing more . . .insidious then that. So he takes us to his taxi and off we go speeding down these winding curving highways at 100 kph. He was just whizzing around the corners not paying attention to the white lane markers just handling the corners like some racing game. We got there super quick, and the place (Hotel Century in the Zona Rosa) was actually pretty nice looking. There was a clerk behind the desk, a security guard and a door hop for the bags. Other then some shady dealings at the start and the loud sirens going off outside our hotel room (we were on the main road side), the room was nice and clean (if not a bit small) and the bed was comfortable.

We got our four hours of sleep and off we went back to the Mexico City airport to go to Chihuahua on an AeroMexico for the best flight of our entire trip. As we walked up the airplane at the gate, standing in line waiting to board, there was a table with newspapers (yes, all in spanish) and candies. I grab some candies, which turned out to look like mini-tic tacs and tasted like a cross between sweet tarts and Flintstones vitamins. On the flight, which was about 2 hours or so, they served us a free “contentinal breakfast” which consisted of a small muffin (which was more like a vanilla cupcake, pretty tasty) and some fresh melon and grapes (again, very tasty!). We also had coffee and our choice of juices (I got apple). The stewardesses all spoke english pretty well, and the flight was pretty good overall.

Chihuahua City was like if they took a small section of Panama City and dropped it down in the desert of New Mexico or southern Colorado by the rockies. It was dry, it was brown, there was almost no vegetation, and there were these little hills which looked like the remains of an old mountain range. I felt like I was in a Clint Eastwood movie, perhaps The Man With No Name. . .It was pretty neat looking. Though the disparity between the haves and have nots was pretty incredible: from these guys working at the plant with their fancy cars and cloths to the bums on the street begging for a couple pesos – I know every city has its homeless population, but even some of the houses looked a bit run down. . .made of old cracking cement, with weeds everywhere. . .it looked . . .unkempt.

The view from my hotel wasn’t much either:

But the hotel we stayed at was great: the Hampton Inn in Chihuahua. They upgraded our rooms for free to suites, which were amazing: just huge, nice large comfortable bed and free wifi so I could check my email in my room if I wanted. They also had free internet downstairs in this little room for guests.

The conference was okay. A review of some stuff we already knew. Questions from other suppliers that I thought they should’ve asked a lot earlier. Answers from their engineers that didn’t really answer my question. . .but I did get to see their process, which was interesting. I’ve some tasty tidbits to report on to the bosses on Monday, some stuff that will interest them.

We stayed the night in Chihuahua and left the next morning for Dallas. The Chihuahua Airport isn’t very large. One terminal with one actual “gate” and then a door that takes you outside so you can get to your small plane by way of stairs. So we were thinking there shouldn’t be any lines. . .

Well, there prolly wouldn’t be except all the flights were due to leave at pretty much the same time. And security didn’t have any metal detectors. So we walked in and got in line for ticketing and the first security check: they hand searched all our baggage: checked and carry on. I walked up to the ticket counter to be told by the person there that my connecting flight to Boston. No other information then to pick up my bag in Dallas and go to the ticket agent there. Umm. Okay.

So at Dallas, no problems through customs, all pretty quick and no problems. We pick up our bags and head over to the ticket counter. Where there are three agents and tons of people standing around. Well, okay – the tons of people was a large group of 10 kids and their guide, and then two other guys and another woman, plus the line of people. Everyone seemed to be taking their sweet time deciding what the heck they wanted to do. Turns out there was a snowstorm and all flights to the eastern corridor, including Logan Airport, were canceled, so we conceded that I would have to spend the night and leave in the morning.

When we finally got to talk to a ticket agent, she first said there was nothing available until Monday afternoon. She started clicking away at her computer and bammo: Sunday afternoon popped open. So I took it. She gave me a number that I could call that night or early the next morning to see what else freed up. So I called that night (after a very tasty dinner of herb encrusted pork tenderloin on a rice dish) and a flight was open that went to Chicago and then connected to a Boston flight. So I took it. Waking up at 3:30 am was no fun, but I was just happy to be on my way home.

Until I got back to Boston. I head downstairs to the baggage claim, found out that the bags were coming in on conveyor B and stood there waiting for my bag. And waiting. I had noticed all these bags when I came down there originally, but figured they were missing bags from people who had missed their flights but their luggage had made it ahead of them or something. Finally I see some luggage coming off conveyor A – and an annoucement is made that some bags would be on that conveyor. When only 10 bags came out of it and none of them were mine, I started poking around the bags that were spread out amongst the rest of the area.

There were 4 or 5 American Airlines people there tossing around bags, trying to get them organized by flight number. Not one offered to help me find my bag. I was getting a bit steamed. I asked if there were any more bags coming off the Chicago flight. They said did you check your bag at Dallas or Chicago. Dallas I said. The guy points at some bags and said check in there. Umm. Yeah, thanks. I looked at every bag twice. I didn’t see it. I asked one of the people that I didn’t see my bag, could I get some help? They said go fill out a claim and point at the this desk. I was so mad I couldn’t even talk, I just handed my baggage claim ticket to the girl behind the counter. She asked me when the last time I saw my bag was. At Dallas I told her. She clicks away at her computer, asks for an address that they could deliver the bag to and a number to get ahold of me. She then hands me an envelope with my claim ticket inside and a claim number on it.

Thanks for nothing. She didn’t even apologize for my missing bag. Nothing from any of them. No ETA on when they would find my bag. Nothing.

So I took the shuttle the blue line of the T, then transferred to the orange line and then transferred to the red line. I had parked my car on the red line outside the city at the overnight parking place for the T. It only cost me $20 to park my car there since Wednesday afternoon. That was the only expense I had all trip, as my compadre paid for all of it on the company credit card.

To summerize:

• American Airlines sucks ass (and I’ll dive more into that in a later post as well, I just wanted a trip overview post now)
• AeroMexico is excellent
• If someone offers you hot sauce, take and it and try it: the food in Mexico was pretty tasty.
• Don’t brush your teeth with the water (and just say no to ice cubes as well)
• 1 dollar is more then 10 pesos but that conversion was pretty handy and automatically gave the person a tip (real conversion last I checked was 12 something)

So work was again one of those ‘turn around next thing you know it’s 5pm’ type days. Not that I don’t mind being on the get go from the start, but (and you knew that was coming right?) on the day before I’m due to go to on a trip to visit a customer (in a foreign country nevertheless) I would like to ensure I was as prepared for the trip as possible.

::sigh::

But that was not to be. Another couple parts on non-compliance reports, another job to check before releasing the tooling to the floor, a meeting with the President of the company, the VP of operations (basically the 2nd in charge), my boss and the sales manager. Going out to the floor to answer multiple questions on multiple parts (why is it that my parts have been pretty low noise until the two days before my trip?), getting called to a VP’s office to look at packaging for a job, working on a test sheet on the floor for my boss not 30 minutes before aforementioned big meeting for that big meeting, etc.

One of those  days.

I woke up with a headache ~ took three aspirin with my morning coffee. The headache vanished only to rear its ugly head later in the day. My shoulder didn’t hurt though like it did yesterday.

I’ve finished backing my “personal bag” as the TSA is apt to call it. I had to double check all these security procedures. Usually when I fly (only recent out to Columbus for my SPACE trip) I check my luggage and carry on a book and my iPod. For this trip I’m carrying on my luggage as I don’t want to get to Mexico and be without business clothes. At least in Columbus I could just walk across the street to the local Target and pick up a pair of jeans and a tee-shirt, but in Chihuahua City? I’m not too sure where I’d go or what to do. Best to play it safe and have my stuff with me.  Having only small toiletries is kinda. . .odd as I usually take my full stuff in my checked luggage. This time little ones and then put them in a 1 quart bag and put them in an easy to get to location so I can take them out and hand them to TSA personnel.

We’ll see how it goes.

Ohhhh. I had one of those days at work. I was hoping to have some free time to get ready for my trip to Mexico, but nope. . .my major account took over from the start: all the parts that I have to review and retool before releasing to manufacturing, the three jobs on non-compliance reports (one in a rush-rush work router jacket and the other two had to ship today), the other two manufacturing lots sitting on my desk for review before releasing the tooling to production, not to mention the calls I get on other lots around the plant. . .

::sigh::

Not a particularly fun day.

So a couple years ago I talked about ABC’s shows they put online, and now I’m also watching some shows on NBC (Heroes and Bionic Woman), CBS has Jericho, and I’ll watch that when it starts up on the 12th. The first year ABC had shows up, the viewer was pretty small. Now they have an option for “streaming HD”, so I’m trying it out. Click on the screen grab below to see the “actual size” of the viewer (1,393 kb):

So now I’m rewatching the first two episodes of season 4 of Lost. Good stuff. This show has definately taken some twists and turns in the three years it has been on air, and now this fourth year is another big 180° turn.

edited to add: hey! I can get a full screen picture from this HD thingie; make with the clicky to looksee – though I saved it in a jpg format so the compression loss might make it look pixelated, but it doesn’t on my monitor.

The last two weeks of February are going to be quite a whirlwind of activity for me. I have a business trip to Mexico rescheduled for the second to last week and the last weekend of February is the Small Press and Alternative Comics Expo, aka SPACE.

This will be my first trip to Mexico – should be fun. The sales guy (he has some fancy title, like regional sales VP or something, I can’t keep all those titles straight) with whom I’m making the trip says he talked to the guy with whom we’re meeting down there and he’ll be driving us to dinner and we’ll be picking up the tab, since he is our customer. As long is it is a dinner at a good local place, not some Americanized food. It’ll be nice to see some of the “local economy” (as we used to call it in the military).

Part of the trip is a tour of our customer’s manufacturing facilities. It’ll be interesting to see their process controls and quality systems, as that is what we are going down there to show to them: our manufacturing plant’s . . .capability. I don’t want to get to into detail about work stuff here, lets just say it was a good chunk of my time for the past 6 months, if not longer – since last August. . .So yeah, it has been a while. We expect orders to ramp up to 4 million pieces per year, so lots of time has been spent on it.I’m eager to see how they take all the different pieces and put them together in their assembly. I’m also curious to how their other suppliers managed the same stringent requirements with which we had to deal.

The last time I flew out of the states was in 2003 when I took a spring break trip to Italy. I don’t know how much harder restrictions have gotten for flying. I remember the good ole days of flying to other countries courtesy of the Army: just show my ticket and my US Army active id and that was pretty much it. Customs asked me for a set of orders and that was it for the searching. Flying back into the US was even easier: I took “MAC” flights from an air base in Panama to an air base in the States, hop a taxi to the local air port and fly commerical the rest of the way home. I can’t even remember how long those flights were. . .I just remember having to wear my class B uniform for the MAC flight, and feeling conspicuous walking around the civilian airport in it.

I do love taking flights though: take off and banking are my favorite parts. Feeling the forces of gravity being given the finger as we soar around the skies, the little bump of air turbulence acting as a gentle scolding from gravity that she was still in control and just letting us temporarily play hokey. I love looking out of the window and seeing a blanket of clouds or the small tiny little house and patches of water below us. . .

So Dave was over at Brian Bendis’ “Jinxworld” forums today, hyping up the release of glamourpuss, and the topic of homophobia comes up, as wont with dicussion of Dave’s opinions and guess who gets name checked?

Since Margaret, who goes by cerebusfangirl, is pretty open about being a lesbian, I will bring that up from time to time. The fact that I have given her pretty much carte blanche to use anything of mine on her cerebusfangirl website, that I entrusted her to scan all of the notebooks I used in the production of CEREBUS (soon to be a fully searchable DVD in a store near you!) (soon being a relative term when you’re talking about “all volunteer labour”), that I consider her the Official Cerebus Archivist…

Just to give you an idea: having no one to “leave” CEREBUS to and with Gerhard’s departure at the beginning of last year, I’m really having tothink about a full-time custodian if I should unexpectedly depart this vale of tears for the Choir Celestial. At the opening of the Graphic Lit exhibit at the Norman Rockwell Museum, I had my first serious discussion with Margaret on the subject (I had already posted it as an idea when I was still doing the Blog & Mail), basically: is there anything in the way of that? If I kick it, can she move from Eastern Mass. to Kitchener and would she?

Her biggest impediment was her student loans which she is paying off a bit at a time.

Hmm, I thought. Student loans. How much can it be?

“$25,000″ she said.

“Gee, Maggs, I think I left it in my other suit.”

The latest possibility, which I hope to discuss with her at S.P.A.C.E. is to make that part of my will, that part of my life insurance will go to pay off her student loans.

The fact that Margaret is a lesbian really doesn’t enter into it. She’s the best person for the job [If there are any Yahoos in the crowd, I don't think you'll find an argument], the most interested, the most dedicated and the one who has stuck with it the longest. I would assume if I was a homophobe that the fact that she was a lesbian would rule her out of contention

Some might ask, don’t I get mad that I’m his “token lesbian”.  Not really. He’s my token straight white Canadian guy. Every girl’s gotta have one right?

Heh. Seriously though. Drop everything, move to a foreign country, and do something totally different then the B.S. in Chemical Engineering degree I got in college?

::sigh::

It is a big life change, but something I would do in a heart beat to be given the chance to do the job of Cerebus Archivist.

The other week I did a “guest” blog at Dave Sim’s Blog & Mail, which at that time turned in a glamourpuss bulletins site. It was on the variant covers for the preview edition of glamourpuss #1. A picture of the gold seal cover was posted, along with a picture of the ultra rare March edition. I want to show you now are both the gold and platinum seal covers. Click on the picture below to see a hi-res copy of the picture:

And over at the CFG site’s page for Dave’s “100 Hours Internet Tour” I’ve been updating it daily with the sites Dave has been visiting, and the sites he will be visiting. So if you’re curious to what has been going on, just stop by there and follow the links.