I’m in the middle of working my way through the Bite Me! shipping backlog, putting together material for potential future publishing projects, and preparing for a week in New York for MoCCA!
Not to mention picking up yet another sexy round of prescriptions in an attempt to make my post-viral breathing tube look less like this:
And more like this:
So I’m taking a pass on a page this week, which drives me nuts but seems responsible.
But, here we are, a new set of notes for pages 130-140! I really went kind of insane this time, trying to explain both wigs and early Protestant theology. I know that you have had burning questions about these things for a very long time. Consider them answered.
And, again, I’ll be at the MoCCA Art Festival in New York, June 6-7, tabling with Klio of SPQR Blues.
The Rector’s past! Or a smidgen of it, from Luther’s perspective. But he seems to be breaking for the door – will Luther tackle him and ask more questions? Only the next page will tell!
Not much more out of me for the moment. I’m still feeling poorly, because I keep trying to get work done instead of getting fully well.
Thanks for your continued patience as I balance the demands of sending out the massive slew of book orders, completing all my other work obligations, and not dying. Especially that last one.
Notes for the last ten pages are all written and images are sourced – I just have to finish linking up all the darn pages, and then you people will know more about wigs and Reform theology than you ever thought possible! Oh the things you will know.
Over and out.
No wild tip-offs in this page: but some useful insight into who the Rector is. Also: lots of dead stuff! Yay dead stuff!
Next week: what the Rector was doing in between Universities. (Wild tip-offs: possible.)
Notes for pages 131-140 will go up this weekend, per tradition. Rather than spending my evening seeing Star Trek a second time with my friends, I spent it researching the history of wig-powdering and Reform theology. I can’t tell if this makes me more, or less, of a total dweeb.
Other news: I am finally well(ish), so shipments of Bite Me! are now going out at a regular clip. I hope to work my way up to present-day on domestic orders very soon, and then send out stuff to all you international types in one big orgy of customs forms.
Thank you to everybody who’s ordered the book! It’s been a lot of fun sending it out into the world.
The gents continue their conversation. Welcome to the junk room of the Rector’s Mansion! The Enlightenment, she produced a lot of bric-a-brac. I suspect this room contains a lot of dubious gifts from various University patrons looking to unload their weird collections.
In the daylight it just looks like a room full of crap. At night: atmosphere!
Next week: it’s time for a new round of notes! At last, you will know why Luther’s joke was funny. (To him, at least.)
Feeling ever-so-slightly more human today. Last night the ladyfriend brought me a bouquet of lovely little purple lilies (perfect for my funeral!), topped off with the most artistic bouquet twig I have ever seen.
It is a long, meandering, and graceful twig. It has a sort of Japanese elegance to it. It forms a perfect counterpoint to the more stately lines of the lilies. And, this morning, as I awoke from my cold medication haze, it was poking towards my pillow as if with tender concern.
“How are you feeling this morning?” the Artistic Twig seemed to inquire. “Shall I call off the lilies and tell them not to expect to be thrown onto your casket?”
That is correct, Artistic Twig. You can stick around.
No pun intended.
SO. While I am still wearing socks and coughing up things of an exotic hue and consistency, today I’ll be coloring a page of Family Man and addressing and stuffing orders that have a time crunch on them.
Probably while Azumanga Daioh (still the only anime show I’ve gotten attached to) blares away on the television, because it never fails to be both soothing and peppy:
Fancy hearing cake indeed, ladies. Fancy hearing cake, indeed.