The Italian Food Festival was fun, but I didn’t actually try anything! That’s like going to a concert and not hearing any music. I had an unfortunate flash, while walking through the crowded food hall, of all the people reaching for food as grasping little piggies. Upstairs were the real Italians, placid, tan and very cool.
Because I’ve been out so much this week I’ve been getting more feedback than usual. People seem to have liked last week’s Jitterati. It’s been nice to sit in the front window of Midnight Espresso and have people stop to tell me which was their favourite panel.
I’ve already written Wednesday’s cartoon, I just have to find a decent picture of Gene Simmons.
GENERAL NOTE: If you ever meet Real Fitz, don’t say “Didn’t Grant base one of his characters on you?”.
She doesn’t like it.
In fact, she may throw something at you.
I’m housesitting for my parents in a few weeks. I mention this to my friends, and their eyes light up and they say “Oh, I’ve never been to Crofton Downs”. What? Does this mean they expect me to cook for them?
