So I’ve spent most of this weekend working on a project for Blue Day Media. Without saying too much, it’s a comics anthology with a unifying theme. I’m working on two scripts this time around – one to be illustrated by Hawk, and the other to be illustrated by Shannon.

The deadline is fast approaching, so I even cancelled a trip out of town this weekend in order to finish.

I went ice-skating with Shannon. I haven’t been ice-skating in a few years now … this is mostly due to fake-trauma inflicted upon me when I was younger. Growing up, my parents – as many loving parents do – decided that signing me up for various sports was important. Soccer, softball, kickball, swimming, tennis, ice-skating, and more. Swimming and ice-skating lessons were when my brother and I were especially young … and at an ungodly hour of the morning. We used to hate it. So this weekend, when I stepped out onto the ice (somewhat reluctantly), I was pleasantly surprised to discover that I enjoy skidding around on the ice. We won’t go so far as to say that I was graceful, or even competent at ice-skating, but I was able to skate up and down the rink with (relative) ease. Shannon, on the other hand, picked up all her old skills in approximately 0.545645 seconds. Needless to say, she quite literally skated circles around me.

Also, girls have a lot more choice in terms of clothes than guys do. And guys’ clothes are more expensive? What’s up with that?

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