As promised.

It’s a doozy.  Instead of doing a brilliant, witty, and slightly scathing post on the foibles of nitwits and morons, I’m in New Mexico doing a signing for INSIDE STRAIGHT.

That’s right. At this very moment I am gulping gallons of water to stay hydrated and wearing my pencil to a nubbin signing books all in the effort to avoid writing this week’s post.  See, I do it all for you, little precious. (Preciouses?  Preciousi?  How the hell should that damned word be made plural?)

I’ll be posting pictures from this momentous event at some point, but if you’re in the Albuquerque area, and you have nothing better to do Saturday at 2 PM, stop by Page One Bookstore.  Maybe buy a book. Maybe get it signed.  From Page One’s website:

Meet George R.R. Martin and the other talented writers of Inside Straight - Daniel Abraham, Melinda M. Snodgrass, Carrie Vaughn, Michael Cassutt, Caroline Spector, John Jos Miller, and the mysterious S.L. Farrell.

See, how cool is this?  I get a great excuse to not post.  And I get to go to vintage shops. 

I had a friend who once explained to me that calories eaten while in an airplane don’t count.  I feel that way about spending money on a trip. Money I spend on a trip isn’t like spending real money.  It’s fantasy money.  It’s theoretical. (And if it’s in the candy-colored hues of a foreign currency, even better!)

And last but not least, my favorite headline from the past week:

Naked Mole Rat Has a Secret

And who doesn’t?

Noble Girl got out the sewing stuff, gutted a bunch of beanie babies, and made me this wonderful Headcrab Zombie doll.

Sometimes the love is just too big to express.

I’ll post a better picture tomorrow.