She made chicken...

with pineapple and Sprite of all things. There wasn't a whole lot in the refrigerator since I was going on vacation. But the freezer was full of meat and I do have a well-stocked pantry. I keep everything the hot girl from 30 Minute Meals tells me to. From out on-line chats, I knew Maricel liked to cook and that fueled my interest, cause that gave us something to discuss besides comics. A great subject, but you don't want to run it dry. She had looked through my cookbooks (mostly anything anyone from the Food Network puts out) and was intrigued my some of the recipes. But she decided to make something her mother used to cook for her for me. It was pretty good. I love the idea of cooking with pop. For dessert we went to the dairy bar two doors down and and had soft serve. We sat at the picnic table and watched people with their kids and their dogs order sundaes and cones.
"I like it here." Maricel said.
Yeah, I like it here, too.

See you in the funny papers...
Simon

He looks bad...

Real bad. I don't think I reacted, though. The nurse was nice, explaining that while the ventilator looks scary, it's just giving his tired lungs a rest so he can get better. It was an explanation you'd give a ten-year-old, but it made me feel better.
"You think you can hide here from me after what you did to the store?" I said and he opened his eyes. "You're lucky the nurse is watching." I took out my phone and showed him a picture of Maricel by the pool at the Mandaly Bay. I put it close so he could see and his eyes moved to follow the phone. "See, you said my girlfriend was only pretend. And here she is with me just in case you think this is some random hot chick."
The nurse laughed. Brian grabbed hold of my hand.
"I knew you were faking." I said. "It's okay, no need to get excited. We can talk about everything later. I'll show you all my photos from Vegas."
"Wow!" the nurse said. "Vacation pictures!"
"Chill." I said to Brian, who looked like he was getting agitated. He seemed to listen.
I say seemed because he never listens to me. Or the doctors or his parents. Or the laws of gravity. Or of the laws of the State of Ohio. He is, however, the living embodiment of Murphy's Law.

If I have not found my soul mate...

I've found my ideal bed mate. I've slept better in the past few days than I have since I was kid with no real problems. I told her that when we woke up. She said I made an excellent pillow myself. "Among other things."
"I pride myself of being a multi-tasker in bed." I said and she laughed. I wanted to get over the hospital and she said not to feel bad about leaving her alone, since it was a bad time to introduce your new girlfriend and she didn't like hospitals anyway. So I left her with some pretty good comics and drove over to the hospital.

The store is still here!

But it really smells bad. Febreeze and burnt popcorn don't make such a good combination. There's a third distinct smell that I can quite identify. Like maybe he tried to clean up with a bottle of Pinesol before switching to Febreeze. It smells a little like an old-time musty movie theater. Actually a little like the bathroom of an movie theater. Hmmm...

Maricel clapped her hands and jumped up and down. "I'm living in a comic store!" Well, actually over one. She thought the apartment was nice. "Really nice. Bigger than I thought it would be."
It is a nice apartment. I pointed out the hardwood floors and attractive wood trim that had never been painted like I was trying to rent it to her. I called to check on Weezer and then we dropped into the bed for a nap. It's sort of like she's always been here.

The flight home...

was the polar opposite of the flight out. It was completely uneventful. We were a bit quiet on the way home. We read a lot. Didn't really talk about the future. The future is likely to start all on its own.

See you in the funny papers...
check the website for post-comic-con specials
Simon Wolfe

Vegas is...

Tacky, kitschy and all wrong. It's also great fun if you don't tend to view everything as a significant sign of the decline of society. Although the Libertarian in me says people should be able to gamble wherever they want, part of me thinks it was just a bit cooler when this was the only place you could go do do it in style. But I know that cool simpler time that we all imagine existed never really did exist at all. What that has to do with my fun-freakin'-tastic vacation at Comic-Con, pardon VERY IMPORTANT BUSINESS TRIP, I do not know. But I think we shall have to come back here at least once a year. The plane tickets are all worked out. Maricel has a ticket to Ohio on the same flight as me. I have packed and bubble wrapped my purchases and Fed-Exed them home ahead of me. Mom says Weezer had a setback, whatever that means. I was right about the weed, they did a tox screen. Smoking? Smoking? Make some damn brownies you pothead! But that would probably mean another small fire. Then Mom said, "Brian opened his eyes when they told him you weren't mad at him."
Probably because he knew it was a load of crap. But I'll talk to him when I get home and beat him up when he's recovered. What happens in Vegas is definitely not staying in Vegas.

See you in the funny papers...
Simon Wolfe

Sorry kids, I seem to have forgotten 'bout ya...

I know I've been a neglectful blogger. But I have been otherwise occupied.

YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY



Simon's got a girlfriend and a very sick cousin. I had a bad night last night.
I kept dreaming about him not being able to breathe. Maricel says she has some
problems with nightmares. She dreams that her dad is at their old house and
that he's been waiting for her all these years or that her mother is still alive and
she's forgotten to take care of her for months and months. If he dies, I'll kill him.

I spent a bunch of money on Weezer

It made me feel better, I don't know what good it'll do him. As if employing him wasn't good deed enough. But I guess it's your job to look after your idiot relatives. I guess it's not nice to call someone in the hospital an idiot. But I bought him stuff... Lots of nice stuff... And I'm sorry about the time I said I didn't think he had asthma, he was just too stupid to breathe.

Mom called with bad news...

Weezer is in the hospital. Hasn't been taking his medication and the idiot has probably been smoking weed. He had a really bad asthma attack. I mean call the paramedics to resuscitate him bad. Fortunately there was a good customer in the store who called for help, took the key off him to lock everything up behind them and e-mailed me through the website about what to do with the keys. You guys are awesome, better than customers and less trouble than friends. Certainly less trouble than my family. Just kidding family! Anyway, right now he's on a ventilator, though the doctors told his parents that since he got oxygen and apparently never stopped breathing completely, there probably isn't any brain damage. (Proves they didn't know him before, I guess) I asked if I should come home, though I don't know what I'm going to do besides open the store and Ellen (safely in possession of the keys, thank you) said she could sit there and just handle basic purchases. Mom says Weezer doesn't seem to be dying or anything and that it wouldn't help anything for me to cut short my IMPORTANT BUSINESS TRIP. It's important and it's business, 'kay?

I wonder if the combination of popcorn fumes and Febreeze did him in? I assume God looks after Weezer because he can't do it for himself, but just in case I did sort of quietly put in a good word for him and if you go for that kind of thing, it probably wouldn't hurt. He's harmless to people, hard on property and the only stoner asthmatic employee cousin I got.

We spent a whole morning looking at toys!

Well, customized action figures and dioramas and the sort of stuff dorks with talent devote themselves to. I took lots of pictures. I was still a little dizzy from planning my life, but pleased that I'd hooked up with a girl who has been dying to see some Tom Strong action figures as much as I have. Maricel actually does customize figures. She uses the Volks stuff to make some pretty fantastic anime inspired figures. Did I mention she was awesome?

We skipped the buffet....

and just ordered breakfast in the room. We had another serious talk about how badly we'd both been burned in our previous long-term relationships. SWSNBN was named and thoroughly discussed. We decided to simplify and villify our exes and move on. We called SWSNBN and Cheating Bastard about every profanity and combination of profanities we could come up with. It was fun. Then we had crepes and Mimosas. I love the concept of booze for breakfast. I guess I could have it every morning and walked downstairs to the store buzzed, but it would seem out of place. That never stopped Weezer from coming to work with a beer, but I guess that's why he's required by law to take the bus.

See you in the funny papers...
The apparently affianced Simon Wolfe

She remembered...

When I opened my eyes this morning, she was staring right into them. "You can rescind your offer." She said. "I didn't get it in writing."
"I don't think you quite grasp that I'm getting the better end of this deal." I said.
"Can I come back with you now. Back to Ohio with you from Vegas and just have some of my stuff sent there. I'm not really living anywhere. I don't have anything unpacked but some clothes and most of them are with me."
"Sure." I said and thus changed my life real quick.
But I took it slow and sensible with She-who-shall-not-be-named and that crashed and burned like you wouldn't believe. But SWSNBN always made me feel just a little uneasy like I wasn't quite good enough for her. I should feel that way about Maricel, based on looks I'm way out of my league, but I don't. I am very much at ease. Which is an unusual feeling for me. Kinda makes me uneasy.

Life Changing decisions...

are probably not best made at three in the morning after a night of drinking... Or are they? I guess I'll know depending on how well this all works out, won't I. I asked Maricel if she might like to come to Toledo for an extended visit. She had been waiting for that. I fought against the urge to drag her out for a Klingon Wedding. They have them, ya know. Instead we decided that Maricel would come to stay (I guess live is the word, but I'm having trouble with it) with me and see if she could stand me. That wasn't how she put it, that's how I put it and she laughed loudly at that. She was drunk. But we'd see how well she'd get acclimated to living in a new place that gets very cold. And I said if it looked like... I don't know.... like something good after six months we could get married. So if you still feel the pressure to get married, but don't mind living and sleeping together, how good a Catholic are you? I don't know, but I think I just proposed. Weird. Let's see if she remembers it in the morning.

I went dancing....

Well sort of. Maricel danced and I stood there and watched doing only a slight bit of swaying. I haven't been dancing since college other than getting dragged out onto the floor at a couple of weddings. But I took advantage of a dance floor filled with guys who can't even sway as well as I do. At least I can sway to the beat. I know I'm getting old, everything sounds LOUD. These kids today and their music... I heard a lady tell the woman she was with that watching all of those Comic book people roaming the hotel made her feel like Jane Goodall. I laughed really loud and when she noticed my Wolverine fancy clubbing shirt, she looked really embarrassed. But I had a good time, a whole lot to drink and then a long late-night discussion with Maricel about life, the universe and everything. Which led to....

The Trek-gasam continued....

With a little presentation and a meet and greet. I'll reserve my opinion on the J.J. Abrams movie until I see it (assuming it gets made) Pictures and running commentary in the usual place. Ran into some old friends I used to see when I was a full-blown Trekker back in the day. Maricel and I had dinner with them. It was a weird mixture. One dude and his wife are your basic normal people who, like me I hope, just hit these things for fun. There's another fellow who might be a wee bit too intense, but two of the guys... It's their religion. They have all of these ideas about what should and shouldn't get made for film and TV. None of it is remotely related to anything that would every make money or get any viewers. I just feel kind of bad for them. If they put that amount of enthusiasm into their own lives... When Maricel and the other girl went to the ladies room, one of them asked me how much Maricel had cost me. They were absolutely certain that I'd hired a call girl. I said, "Dude that's my girlfriend. You're calling my girlfriend a hooker." The sensible fellow among them asked how the hell you'd find a hooker who was interested in Star Trek. Once they accepted that Maricel was my friend and not my hooker, they wanted to know where they could get Filipina girlfriends. I suggested magic beans.

Maricel and I shared this dessert sampler of five different desserts. Damn good thing I went on a diet before I came out here.

I left Maricel by the pool...

To meet up with some other dealers for drinks. Just what I need, I know, more liquor. But I was already getting lobster-pink in the sunshine. And she just wanted lie in the sun and read some of her new books. 24 solid hours with me is more than anyone should have to deal with. I had a good time although I wondered how wise is was to leave someone that goodlooking out by the pool with so many lonely guys wandering around. I must be confident. Weezer texted me FEBREEZE ROCKS! He's probably huffing it.

Talking with other dealers, I get the feeling my business is in pretty good shape. The market is soft, God knows, especially compared to the early nineties, but I'm feeling more confident than ever that my decision to stay out of debt at the expense of expansion has been a good one. I've felt the pain of not being able to acquire some things acutely, but that's not as bad as the pain of 23% interest.

I actually lied about debt, Grandpa did help me buy the building and I owe a mortgage on my home/business. But he gave me a huge anti-debt lecture and said not to borrow to buy anything that isn't practically guaranteed to go up in value.

Sorry to say, but one of the guys has so much surplus intentory strangling him along with huge credit card balances, that I may be able to get a good deal of good product off him for next to nothing. I can just rent a truck and drive to Indiana. When I said that I pay in cash, his eyes lit up.

I ended up buying the drinks.

See you in the funny papers...
Simon Wolfe

The pool is more than a pool....

It's a beach. With a mini-ocean. Usually I try to stay as pale and sickly looking as possible, just so my customers feel comfortable, but I took my blanco behind out there and stuck it in a beach chair. I took a dip in some SPF 1,000,000 and tried to remember the last time I had a tan. I even bought some swim trunks. Nothing riduclous, just some basic solid color baggy swim trunks. Nothing funnier than a guy the color of rice wearing obvioiusly brand new swimwear. I wish it had not been so easy to spot the people from Comic-Con at the pool But it was. Dear Lord, it was. I was tempted to take some pictures, but then I realized that someone could be taking pictures of me. Maricel's suit was new, too. She said she needed this style cause she's got a bit of a stomach. I guess so, in that there's actually a stomach and not just ribs and a concave place. She even got me in the pool. Nobody tried to harpoon me, thank goodness. Truthfully looking at some of the other guys hanging around. I'm not so bad and at least I've got sense enough not to wear a Speedo, you know.

Sometimes I like to pretend that I'm really not a fanboy...

That went totally out the window. I paid big bucks to pose with Star Trek sets, I was completely and totally thrilled to overpay for food and drink at a bar set up to look like Quark's from DS9. I am happy and relieved to have photographic proof that Maricel is a bigger dork than me. That's a pretty big dork. If occurs to me that I'm out doing exactly what my family imagines I do in my free time. So I snapped some shots on the cell phone and sent them to my sister and to my grandfather.

Then back to the hotel to revel in all things Marvel Comics. Maricel is an X-Men fanatic as anyone who as been following the twisted tale of my intercontinental romance will know. It's interesting where an on-line discussion about Wolverine's adamantium skeleton will get you. I plan on writing this up in detail on the Wolfe's Den page while sitting by the pool...

Post shopping spree and pre-Star Trek Experience

We went up to our room for a little while. Woo Hoo! We've both been along a little too long. Maricel said she was hoping she wouldn't like me so much in person because it makes her think she really is in love with me. ME! I guess I was so sure nobody could be as cool as the Maricel in my head that I was just ready to be disappointed. She's prettier than I thought, smarter than I hoped, funnier than hell and just kind of sad in a way that doesn't come through in an IM or even a phone call. But she's got a lot to be sad about. It's not like she's been a funk cause she broke her nail. She spent so long taking care of her mother. First emotionally, then physically. I don't think she knows what she's supposed to do next. I have the store, I have my family. I have an anchor. Sometimes my family feels like an anchor dragging me to the bottom of the lake, but you know what I mean.

Went on a buying binge...

When I die I want to go to the sales floor and I want Maricel with me. Bought a ton of stuff for my personal collection. NOTHING for the store. I'm working hard to not make this a business trip, though of course I am doing some networking. For a detailed listing of what I got, check out the convention page on the store's website. No good deals, not by a long shot. But some cool stuff. Maricel found a lot of stuff she'd never even seen before. She was really enjoying herself. Ran into a guy I knew in college. He literally lives in his parents' basement and works part-time at a video store. He's every fanboy stereotype you've ever heard. Told me about his screenplay for Star Trek. It's for the Next Gen cast and he's going to try to give it to Johnathan Frakes. I suggested that getting a literary agent might be a better approach. He looked at me like I was nuts. Don't care. I suspect he's never had sex in his life. His tongue fell on the floor when I introduced him to Maricel. He told her liked hot Asian chicks and asked if she'd like to read his screenplay. It's almost like I brought Weezer with me.

See you in the funny papers....
Simon

Breakfast was awesome...

The people who didn't like the buffet must have live-servants who whip up something new and different every morning. Marciel loves food and loves to eat. We have that in common. I told her about my diet and she confessed that she had gotten her first hair cut in four years, bought makeup and new jeans to impress me. ME! She says she keeps her weight down by eating just a little of everything and she had this really interesting exercise program of running up and down the stairwell of her apartment building just like those people who jog up and down stadium steps. She said it was also a good way to blow off steam when she got really stressed over her mom. She could run the stairs without really going far away from her mother. Poor Maricel.
More cryptic text messages from Weezer about my SURPRZ. Can't wait.

A funny thing happened on the way to the buffet...

Maricel came out of the shower and was standing there wearing just a Punisher T-Shirt and drying her hair. "You're a very nice man." She said. This is usually the part where women break up with me. Maricel took a different tack and decided to jump my bones.

Dear Lord, it has been awhile. Not since She-who-shall-not-be-named ripped out my heart, took a bite, shoved it back in, pulled it out again, took it out and stomped it and then set it on fire. I feel very relaxed. It seems Ellen was right, I did need to get laid. And this magnificent day still holds for me this and this. And the Superman forum, which I will go into in great detail I'm sure. I'm a geek with a girlfriend at a comic conventon. Life is good.

See you in the funny papers....
WoooHooo
Simon

I posted

a metric ton of pics on the store's webpage. FAN-GASAM! in case you didn't know. Hot Cylon Alert!

Talked to Weezer briefly

while Maricel was enjoying the whirlpool tub. He was very excited to tell me he bought something for the store. We've had this conversation one million times. HE IS NOT TO BUY ANYTHING FOR THE STORE. Not ever. But he insists it's very valuable and such a big surprise he wont' even tell me until I get back. I reminded him about the not buying rule and he said and I truly quote him here, "It's okay I used the counterfeit hundred dollar bill I took."
AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Okay, feeling better now. Must think of a way to explain why passing counterfeit money is immoral and illegal to a simpleton. (sorry simpletons)
What was it Bernie Mac said? There's one in every family and if you don't know who it is, it's you. Well, Weezer, it's you! He also said that the Febreeze seemed to be working well. Oh yeah, it's definitely you, dude.

See you in the funny papers....
Simon Wolfe
WDC

It was a one bed kind of night...

though we didn't do much sleeping... None of that either, you perverts! Gently liquored and looking for someone to talk to, Maricel just sort of unloaded about the past few years. I knew there'd been some rough stuff, but I guess I didn't quite see the enormity of it until she sobbed it all out at once. Just for a refresher course:
She was born in my hometown in Ohio, lived there until she was five. Her dad was a executive with LCO, a big multi-national company that probably made something in your line of vision right this minute. Family went back home to the Philipines. (Her mother's home. Her father was of Filipino heritage, but had been raised here) When she was thirteen, her dad just vanished. I guess guerilla groups kidnap business people all the time hoping to get ransom from families or companies. But no demand ever came for her father. The best guess was that the kidnappers had maybe accidentally killed him, so there was no point in the ransom deal. So she lived with her mother in a an apartment in Mainla and then grew up to become a teacher. Then about three years ago her mom got real sick and she spent most of her time caring for her and making her money selling stuff on the Internet. Then her mother started going downhill fast and at the same time, the guy she'd been dating for six years dumps her to marry a 19 year old. Her mom died and she's just been in a weird place ever since. She packed up their apartment and moved into a spare bedroom at her Aunt's palce. And she just doesn't know where she's going from here.

I guess I don't have a lot of problems. My parents are still here to annoy me and even though She-who-shall-not-be-named did a number on me, I guess I'm okay.

But Maricel cried for hours before she finally went to sleep. She's sleeping now and I'm trying to be quiet. I just really, really like her. Know what I mean?

See you in the funny papers...
Simon

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

MARICEL!!!!!

I was dragging my sorry behind through the airport, just hoping I could get some of the airplane funk off before meeting Maricel and somebody called out "Simon!" Since there's a freaking geek convention, there could be any number of people who might recognize me here, but when I turned around there she was. She was wearing the same stupid Superman fanboy T-Shirt as I was , only she was wearing it a whole lot better. She looked just like her picture, only she smelled good, too. She was a whole day late getting in, but she'd gotten stuck in Seattle overnight and gotten in a shower. I apologized for smelling like the floor of a bathroom in a bar.

She pulled on the tail of my T-shirt and said "We're the same." Yeah, I wear the tail out. I'm a tub. Oddly enough, her voice sounded exactly the same as it did on the phone. She's got this slight trace of an accent that you really can't peg. Her English is perfect, but since it's her first language and she teaches it as well, I guess it ought to be. Maybe she can help me with mine. From your many kind e-mails I know that my grammar leaves much to be desired.

Yeah, the Strip is something else and the hotel is wicked...
I'll get around to that.
Weezer left a a voice mail. He says he thinks he took a counterfeit hundred doll bill. But more importantly: One room, two beds and a hot girl taking a shower in the bathroom. I already took one. She brought me some sweet Manga in her suitcase. Yeah, I'm a dork. But the hot chick in my shower is okay with that.

I called Weezer and reminded him not to take hundred dollar bills and that we have a freaking pen that checks for fake bills. He said he started a small fire in the microwave. Jesus Christ.

So just how bad did my flight suck?

To quote Homer Simpson, "It was the suckiest suck that ever sucked!"
A hour late boarding in Detroit, so I missed my flight in Chicago and was stuck at the airport for a four hour layover waiting for my flight. Somehow, even though I've had a reservation for six months, I got bumped to standby. Some people find airports interesting. They literally make me sick. I have no stomach for the smell of fuel or the smell of others. Besides, I needed to save my money for Vegas and those stingy SOBS at Northwest didn't even want to hand out meal vouchers. Not that I was planning on eating. Still on the going-to-meet Maricel diet. God forbid she should see the real me. I've been sending her nothing but tight face shots, like that was somehow better than my butterball body. There was a screaming kid sitting right behind me all the way from Chicago to Vegas. I guess the adults with him were his parents, but you sure couldn't tell by their actions. Their approach to parenting was just to watch him scream and shake their heads in disbelief at their demon spawn. Then we hit a bad batch of turbulence and the little *#@! projectile vomited on the back on the seat. Only a little got in my hair. All I could think was that Marciel would be saying. "Not only is he fat, but he reeks of vomit." Also of alcohol because the jackass next to me spilled his drink on me. Again, poor Maricel. She'll think she came halfway around the world to meet an obese alcoholic who vomits on himself. When I called Weezer from Chicago he swore the Wolfe's Den was still standing and that the books had come in on time and been placed on the shelves. If you know otherwise, don't tell me.

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

Off to Comic Con

Well guys and gals, I'm all packed and ready to go. Tomorrow I'll be in Las Vegas for Comic Con 2006! I'm hoping to see some of you there. But this year, as I've said before, I'm not on the sales floor. It's too much hassle to haul product all the way to Vegas from Toledo and after all the work I put in at the Chicago and Detroit Conventions, I'm ready to have just a little bit of fun. Weezer will be looking after the store (pray for me and all my possessions) To simplfy stuff for him, I've put out three tables of quarter boxes for you to look through. Buy them four at a time as not to confuse him. I've also posted a bunch of stuff to the Ebay store. But nothing will be shipped until I get back from Sin City.

I'm finally gettin' to meet Maricel in person! What, you think that meeting your on-line female friend from overseas in Vegas might not go well? Bah, I say to you. What could go wrong? Even if she turns out not to really be 26 and gorgeous, I'm okay. I'll settle for anything between 18 and 45 and I really don't care if she's fat as long as she doesn't need a scooter to get around. And please, no more nasty comments when I use the word "Fat", being a fatboy myself, I feel free to speak my mind.

I'll post from the convention. See you in the funny papers.

Simon Wolfe
Wolfe's Den Comics