Downstairs it's geek heaven and where am I?

I'm up in my room with a bottle of champagne re-watching Galactica with Maricel. The mating dance of the Dorkus Americanus with the Pacific Island variety of the species. Weezer texted that he had GRATE NEWZ. I turned off the phone. I can't imagine what the store smells like now. I've been invited to two dozen parties, but I just can't quite seem to get my ass off the bed and away from the pretty glowing pictures on the screen. Oh yeah, and from Maricel... It's been a while kids. Haven't really been out there since She-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named ripped my heart out of my chest, took a bite, put it back in, pulled it out again and then set it one fire in front of me. I think I'm old now.

See you in the funny papers...
Simon

And still more fanboy fun...

There was a Battlestar Galactica thing right after Platinum finished with us. Maricel is a HUGE fan since Season One has aired over there and I sent her season 2 on DVD. All I can say is WOW! I was so freaking excited I forgot about wondering which bed Maricel was going to sleep in that night. When I checked my phone later, Weezer had called me five times. The hell with calling him back. I've got insurance on the store and whatever he had to say would surely make me sick. Weird how you can't find high quality help for six bucks an hour with no benefits. I don't get it. At some point I keep expecting him to leave, so I can replace him with an aimable teenager, but I think he's settled on it as his career. Is it wrong to fire your own cousin? It is? Damn. Oh, and for God's sake check out my Fan-gasam photos, okay?

See you in the funny papers....
Number Six rules....
Simon Wolfe
Wolfe's Den Comics.

Platinum fed us, liquored us and then....

Proceeded with same old bull as ever, swearing they NEVER EVER give preferential treatment to the big dealers over the little guys. It's just a huge co-inky-dink that our shipments of in-demand stuff always seem to get lost. But they're going to try to do better. They had some AWESOME Catwoman busts designed just for their dealers visiting Comic-con that they handed out between dinner and dessert. Allegedly a limited edition of 300, but we all know THEY LIE! I think Maricel was actually drooling over it. Or maybe it was the food. The usual high end suspects, steak and seafood with some fru-frued potato dish and micro-greens (I thought they were like so over). I got an text message from my pal Ellen. She says my store smells like burnt popcorn and Lysol. Did I mention that Maricel is beautiful?

Oh yeah, there's this convention thing...

I'll be putting Comic-con pics and info up on the Wolfe's Den website in the usual place. Just click on Fan-gasams. Right now I'm headed down to the little reception thing my wholesaler Platinum Comics to appease, I mean entertain, their dealers. They've been getting a lot of flack. We'll see what happens. Hey, there's free booze and I got a date.
See you in the funny papers...
Simon Wolfe
Wolfe's Den Comics