Stumped My Toe

What do Angelina Jolie, Katie Holmes and Melanie Farmer all have in common? Besides the whole tall, brunette and hot thing.
Okay, I’ll tell you.

They are ALL carrying MY CHILD!
We had our first ultrasound last week. I’d post pics but the child is nekked.
If it’s a boy we’re going to name it Dean.
After Dean Riesner.
If it’s a girl, we’re going to name it Dean.
After Dean Lorey.

I’m pretty excited. I hear Mel’s boobs will get bigger. And Lord knows she needs more in that department. If the child grows in proportion with the food available then we’re in trouble. You can’t throw a duck without hitting boob around here. And by Golly Ms. Molly that’s the way we like it.
And speaking of the boob challenged…what is going on with Gray’s Anatomy? That last episode was a piece of crap. I’m not going to get into it though because I’ll just get angry at the hour of my life that I’ll never get back.

We’d been procrastinating that whole house buying thing. The freedom to just up and go at any moment was always nice. But now we gotta settle down. It’s not just about us anymore.
So we found this nice place for sale. It’s almost a thousand square feet and it’s only slightly over 800,000 dollars.

It’s move in ready. I mean if running water and Ebola aren’t important to you. And they’re not important to us.
Hey. Have you ever stumped your toe? Been tearing through your place and just slammed your toe into something? I did. And I was barefoot too.

We were rushing around in preparation to see Johnny Cleese at the Sunset Center in Carmel (I wasn’t supposed to take a picture. So I hunkered down, real low, turned off the flash and snapped one anyway. Imagine that).
But my toe was hurting. Because I didn’t just stump my toe on the coffee table or the corner of a chair.

No. I stumped my toe on a saw.
Spiegel’s saw to be exact. He’d loaned it to me so I could resize a closet shelf. We’re not talking about a new, sterile saw. we’re talking old. Covered in rust and dirt and cobwebs. Jesus built a patio with this saw. Of course, Spiegel’s Jewish so we’re talking about Jesus the Prophet, not Jesus the Savior. In any case, it was an old saw. Old yet orally hygienic. She still had all her teeth. Had it not been for the toenail on my pinkie toe I probably would have severed a digit. There was more blood than that time Mel tried to stab me with a kitchen knife.
I’m fairly certain I let loose a long reverberating tenor note when I first made contact. Mel was yelling, I was yelling. She was screaming that I would need stitches. I was screaming that I’d never moonwalk again.
In the end we just wrapped the thing until I couldn’t feel anything below the knee and then ran off to see Johnny Cleese.

On the work front, I can’t get much done without coffee. We have five different coffee joints in the area. All extremely unique and all make excellent coffee. So everyday we grab a different coffee and then I slide into my dungeon to work.
Marquez is doing inks on APF issue one. My part is done unless we end up needing changes on the latter issues — which I really don’t see happening.
“Sleepers” books one, two and three went to New York last night and on to Paul at Tokyopop today.
After a powwow with the management team, we’ve decided to scrap “Past Tense” and revisit “Riddle Me This”. I’d like that.
Friday I’ve a meeting with Vertigo to discuss a secret project I’m calling, “How to Make Love Like a Screenwriter”.
I finished “Possessed” and will hopefully be doing something on “Psychopath” following the polish on “Clock Tower” which I started today. Where I come from they call that a run-on sentence.
I assume I missed half a dozen moments of importance but I hear the shower running so I’m gonna go get nekked.