I really have no idea what fandom is doing to my brain lately. I fell asleep last night after watching part of
this Grant Morrison panel from Comicon '08, which was delightful. Seriously, I love watching him talk more than most people. But
then, I proceeded to dream that I was having a standoff with him in a doorway (I don't remember why, or who all the other people with us were), and
I shot him in the shoulder. D: D: D: He was like, "psh, I'm okay" when I rushed over immediately after, but I woke myself up in dismay. WTF was that, subconscious? I mean, I appreciate the part where he let me look over concept sketches for a new comic (which apparently involved a rock band with some kind of Edwardian masquerade theme),
but.
Oh dear. Too much Killjoys, possibly. Too much BLI!Patrick fanart-in-progress (and frankly,
interviews like this one are not helping).
Which isn't to say that I can
ever get enough of
this band. Oh my goodness, Gerard Way, I am not sure my love for you can be textually rendered. "Don't ever let the media tell you what your body's supposed to look like. You're beautiful the way you are." ♥♥♥ Also, that is possibly the most coherent interview I've ever seen him give.
Bizarre dreams aside, all the distraction is appreciated, because work has been pretty tense lately; my boss had to take open-ended "informal familial leave" to take care of her sick mother, and as she's not very good at delegating, I've been trying to figure out how to take on a pile of essential tasks I have very little idea how to accomplish. Which may be fairly moot, as I've just learned that her mother passed away last night. There's still plenty to do.
Oh, I keep forgetting;
white_lotus reveals are up. :) There's a whole bunch of lovely fic, art, vids & crafts to check out! I drew
Some Like It Hotman, a short comic in which Sokka shows up to, ahem, drag Zuko away from his Fire Lordly duties for awhile. ;)