MoCCA 2006 finds us skipping through the urban jungle with a basket full of goodies:

That’s a cover compliments of the fabulous Miss Lasko-Gross. Check out a sample of Kevin Colden’s sweet interiors here. Files are ready for the printer.

As always, for more information on any of our comics projects (and to order!), visit Streetfables.

May all your wanderings through the forest leave you safe and sound.

I’m totally not a joiner, but alas, I fear I find myself on two new bandwagons:

1. The DaVinci Code (shut up)
2. The Dresden Dolls

The first, well, I can appreciate the Magdalen infiltrating popular culture as much as the next goddess-worshipper. Sure, the writing is pretty dreadful (Leland likes to tell the story of his breaking point — it was the beginning of Chapter 4, wherein Bezu Fache’s hair is compared to “the prow of a battleship”), but that’s not the point. Thrillers are all plot, and for all plot, it does its job nicely. And hey, the Divine Feminine!

That said, we did pick up on a number of RAIDERS OF THE LOST ARK “homages” in the movie version. Ahem.

Despite Warren Ellis’ frequent namechecking, my proper Dresden Dolls introduction comes from Sonya Taaffe, who raves about them on her LiveJournal.

Speaking of fetching poets, I’ve been tooling around LiveJournal looking for the Wiscon reports to trickle in, which I figure they should soon.

Rumblings have begun about the coolest SFF convention we’re not attending this year, Wiscon.

All the cool ladies, my favorite ladies, are off to the races if they’re not there already. Terri, Midori, Liz, Helen, Erzebet, Catherynne, and bunches more, and a smattering of cool men, too. I do wish we were there; the cool ladies all heartily encouraged us to join them, but, alas, we had to go ahead and move and then get married.

The thing of it is, there shall be more Wiscons, and we are part of the community for good, as far as I’m concerned. And hey, getting married is rather a kick.

In other news, I wonder how Earthling Magazine is coming along.

Everyone wants to see wedding photos. I have a few up on Flickr, compliments of my girl/our reverend Bee (scroll past the pictures of the handbags…):

More a-comin’. Maybe not lots more, but we should be able to put a few together for the world at large. You can also see two more here and here, compliments of Kat, my oldest friend on the planet. I cried when she showed up — no joke.

The ceremony was very, very me. You see, get me in a relaxed state, and I get a little goofy. And being a consummate ritualist (if I do say so myself, ahem), such ceremonies are where I’m most comfortable. So when it started raining when my sister started the Yeats-ian part of the program, hey, who am I to bug out?

Apparently the sun came out again when we kissed, but I was too blissed out to notice.

You know, I won’t bother telling you how I found trashfiction.co.uk…. on the Internet, here to there, it’s neither here or there. But thank goodness, man. Thank goodness. Otherwise I might never have known the existence of the Dennis Wheatley Library of the Occult.

Words fail me. Hang on…

Nope, still failin’. Giggling, though.

Leland found thismodern-day Artemis, as done by Michiel Van der Sommen, while searching for soemthing else. I love a good Artemis , so I had to share.

Yep, I think she would look like that these days.

Martha Stewart plans own version of MySpace

Martha Stewart Living Omnimedia said Tuesday that it plans to start an online social network similar to MySpace.com, but aimed at adult women.

“There is no place like MySpace, like Friendster, for that demographic,” Lyne said at a financial conference.

In other news, we’re back, we’re married, I did not at all expect Martha Stewart to be the subject of my first post.

Got lots to tell you all, so, more anon.

1. The Big Day looms large. I have a tendency to get stressed out. I’m trying really hard not to get stressed out.

2. I posted some new reviews (long overdue, really) over on the Endicott boards. I have a few more to write up, too — hope I can get to it before Midori needs them.

I especially liked POISON, by Chris Wooding. One of the better YA novels I’ve read in a while.

3. Coming up with six hours of wedding music is much harder than I thought it would be. Luckily, traditional Irish takes care of an hour and fifteen minutes. Googling is your friend here, though it can also unearch some bizarrely inappropriate stuff. (I don’t mean to be a hater, but we’re talkin’ wedding music, no?)

4. Did you all know that there’s a place on the Lower East Side that serves only pickles? No, neither did I. The doughnut plant runs out of their wares early on Mother’s Day, apparently, then close up shop instead of making more, darn them.

5. I think it’s time for me to get on the Gillian Welch bandwagon.

6. I’m really, really tired.

Ms. Valente’s got Kaluta illustrating her latest book.

*flails arms wildly*

So we’re going home tonight, changing trains at Jay Street/Borough Hall, and there’s a young man sitting on the bench with a vintage SWAMP THING trade paperback. I can spot old horror comics at twenty paces. And then we get on the F train, and there’s this serious olive-skinned girl with glasses reading SIN CITY.

“That’s the F train for you,” said Leland. Indeed.

Now, do go check out Midori’s latest round of Endicott e-postcards, featuring Terri’s art.