Today's good news: old people, in their numbers, really hate Bush's Medicare reform package. And old people vote.
I went to the comic shop last night to buy some gifts for people. Normally I have my Christmas shopping done around Halloween, but I've been unbelievably slack about it due to a combination of lots of bills, not lots of money, and my time being eaten up by writing projects. However, I did pick up a couple of gifts. For who? I canna say, because they might read this.
Lara and I also had an early dinner at Shiroi Hana, my favorite sushi joint, which conveniently is located right next door to the comic shop. Lara was lovely company, as always, and it was very enjoyable to just sit and talk with her, drinking hot tea and eating pumpkin tempura rolls, while outside it was roaring wind and freezing cold. We both agreed that for some reason, we both enjoy going out to dinner or having a few drinks at a bar during the winter more than in the summer. It was great hanging out with her, although I have this terrible fear that my conversational skills have become blunted since I spend so much time alone writing and that I sound retarded. Anyway, she didn't complain, so hopefully I can still talk like a normal human being when the need arises.
The food was great, and I had a nearly perfect beef-asparagus roll as an appetizer. It wasn't quite as good as the one I had as part of a bento box in Portland when I was visiting Michelle a few years back, but it was pretty damn good. By the way, perhaps in an attempt to draw the nerd clientele from next door, Shiroi Hana now features three specialty sushi rolls called the Spider-Man, the Batman, and the Superman. I haven't tried them yet, but best believe I'm gonna.
Today's thing I like about Chicago: our Fire Commissioner is named James Joyce.
Christ, there's a lot of typos in today's OHOTMU recap. I don't know what it is about them -- maybe it's that I spend several hours reading badly edited funnybooks in preparation to writing them -- but the comic book breakdowns have more typos than any other Ludic Log entries I do. Apparently the process of writing about comics I read when I was 16 causes me to type as badly as I did when I was 16. Sorry about that.
Anyway, that's a clumsy segue to the fact that while I've gotten several excellent guest entry submissions for the ol' website while I'm on Christmas vacation, I still need a few more. So if you want to write for the Ludic Log -- humor, politics, literature, links, lists, comics, fiction, or whatever seizes your Jesus -- drop me a line at gueststar at ludickid dot com and let me know you're interested in being a special guest columnist. You win prize! You a winner! HA HA HA!