I learned an important lesson today at the framing shop. Freshly cut glass is fucking SHARP. So sharp, in fact, that you can cut the holy hell out of yourself and not even notice till you see smears of blood on the glass. However, I did get some nerdly enjoyment out of it: I was framing original pages of Transmetropolitan and Preacher, and I couldn't stop giggling when I realized my fingertip looked just like Herr Starr's head after Jesse bisected it with a bullet. Hee!

And completely unrelatedly-- HELP! Is anyone in this area DRIVING to Dragoncon? I have a package that can't go via airplane (it's a long story), and if someone's willing to drive it down for me I'll kick in $20 for gas for your troubles. Email me at speedlime (at) gee-mail dot com.