- After some unexpected delays, The Rifter #64 promises to ship this Tuesday, December 3rd. I can’t wait to see the entire issue, including some amazing artwork by Chuck Walton to accompany my short story!
- I’ll be performing at Dum Dum’s Sports Bar in Brampton on that very same day (Tuesday, December 3rd) for a Comedy Night to benefit the Peel Regional Toys for Tots campaign. Bring a new, unwrapped toy for the kiddies or just PWYC at the door!
- Also on December 3rd, I’ll be putting up a new post. There’s a few alternatives I’m editing and putting together, so it could be anything from some new fiction, to something else very close to my heart.
It’s been a productive week. I’ve performed my first set of stand-up comedy, had some writing projects take off in a big way (details coming in the future), and I’ve changed up my routes for afternoon walks and commuting.
I have to admit that I sorta like wearing a moustache. As much as I’m looking forward to growing my beard back in December, there’s a serious temptation on my part to just grow this out into the most walrus-ey monster of a ‘stache that I’m capable of cultivating.
There’s not much more to say at the moment. If you haven’t had a chance to check out some of this month’s posts, you can view my thoughts on the downward spiral that is The Simpsons, and see what all the fuss over Toronto hip hop artist AndrewLIVE’s new album is about.
As before, you can check out my Movember profile and donate to the cause here.
- My story “A Cold Night, Dead Past” will be featured in Palladium Books’ The Rifter #64, hopefully being released in the next couple of weeks. I’m waiting with baited breath.
- A new post on Tuesday, December 3 – as well as another end-of-Movember update on Friday, November 29.
- More news as it becomes available!
I’m afraid that there’s no grand melodrama this week. Things seem to have normalized somewhat. That’s not to say that I’m getting used to being (mostly) clean-shaven. But I might have given up hope of ever leaving the denial stage of the grieving process. Considering that the brain invents most of its own reality anyway, perhaps that’s not as much of a problem as I thought it might be.
I’m keeping this update short and sweet. There’ll be a new post coming on Tuesday that I’m pretty excited about, and a lot of other stuff to do besides. I’ll also be checking out 3Men2Souls at the Underground Comedy Club tonight, as should anyone else who’s interested. Stay tuned!
“Denial can be conscious or unconscious refusal to accept facts, information, or the reality of the situation.”
I’ve had a pretty decent week. I’ve been writing up a storm, have had some new opportunities coming my way on that front (stay tuned!) and even saw 65daysofstatic live. But the entire time, I’m ricocheting between neurosis and obliviousness. I’ll be just fine and dandy, confidently chatting to someone or pounding away on a keyboard in a cafe somewhere, and the next moment I’ve got eyeballs nervously scanning the room because I’m incredibly self-conscious about my follicular handicap. A minute later, and the worry is gone once I’ve forgotten about it all over again.
My brain is erecting an imaginary shield of facial hair to protect my fragile psyche.
I can only hope that the continued growth of my moustache will help repair my damaged ego/mind/both. I’m walking a very thin line as it is. Healthy people don’t draw beards onto themselves when they snapchat.
|This is not the face of a well-adjusted person.|
What the hell are you looking at?
(If you’d like to donate to keep me annoyed and babyfaced, then you can do so here.)
There’s a sinking sensation in my guts when the first load of hair washes off the plastic guard that covers the buzzing electric blades. Black and copper filaments circle the drain. I imagine my dignity swirling down alongside them. By the time I’ve lathered on the conditioner, when I’m past the point of no return, I’m convinced I’ve made a huge mistake.
I had a great time attending the 2013 Detroit Fanfare convention in Michigan this past weekend. I got to meet some heroes, both personal and fictional, as well as more than a few truly interesting sights and events.
Some thank you’s are in order:
Billy West, for his kind words and inspiration. It’s good to know that I’m not the only artist who was a terrible student in school.
John DiMaggio and Maurice Lamarche, for being awesome and taking time to indulge a fanboy in brief conversation. Maurice said that he was glad that the Brain and Animaniacs had such an impact on my generation, and John was surprised to hear that I was gushing more for his portrayal of the Joker in Under the Red Hood than his work on Futurama and Adventure Time.
Kevin Siembiedia and the rest of the Palladium crew! Not only were they warm and welcoming, but offered some great feedback on new works I’m developing for them. Kevin was kind enough to run a game of Palladium Fantasy that I was lucky enough to take part in, and I had a blast! Wayne Smith and Matthew Clements were both very good to meet as well, and I look forward to working with them in the future. Last but not least, Chuck Walton and I jived on pretty much everything from style to substance, and neither of us can wait to see what the other does next – particularly more works of ours that overlap!
Finally, Mr. Mort Castle. After enjoying his panel (along with The Walking Dead’s Jay Bonansigna) on writing horror, I was lucky enough to chat with him for a few minutes. Expect a future post detailing some of the pertinent notes from that panel, including some direct quotes from him and Jay!
I’ll be participating in the not-so-ancient ritual of Movember this year! Not only that, but I’ll actually be trying to raise money for the cause, so you can find my online profile for Movember Canada here.
I intend to post a couple of updates on this per week, so expect some shaven-going-stubbly photos in the next few days. I’ll be chronicling not only the resurgence of facial hair, but also what it feels like to go from beard to nothing at all and back again. Well, from nothing to 70’s porn star calling card, anyway.