I’m in the process of getting ready to fly out to Chicago. We’re taking the red-eye and will arrive at the butt-crack of dawn tomorrow. Chi-Town. I’ve been several times, but have yet to actually see the city. Two times snowy/rainy, one time funeral, another time…can’t remember why, but it was frickin’ cold. We’re going for a few days to see AJB’s mom and maybe actually spend some “GF/BF time” together.

Noteworthy items:

I haven’t had time to go through or upload my Comic-Con pics. As usual, I made it a point to take pictures of the people no one was taking pictures of. That’s my fave. The chubby Wonder Women, the old masked vigilantes…they’re the real heroes. I mean, seriously, if you’re old and fat and you’ve got the balls to dress up like a comic-book character, you’re A+ in my book. It takes real guts to dress up like that to begin with. Part of me loves the balls-to-the-wall attitude of these people, part of me finds it amusing, but mostly, you should see the looks on their faces when you ask them to take their picture…like you just made their day. The great thing about Comic-Con is that everyone there is willing to have their picture taken. For a few days, they’re celebrities. And with the total mass assimilation of Comic-Con, some of these people show up on new sites and in magazines. How great is that? Warhol said everyone gets their 15 minutes.

I’ll post Comic-Con pics when I get back from Chi-Town.

Along with that, I’ve spent a good deal of time going through images from several paid shoots. It got to the point where my eyes were starting to cross. I’m done, for now. I can’t complain. Being busy means I’m doing something right.

I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I’ve jumped on board the Twitter band-wagon. I’m not sure why. My brother put it fairly accurately: It’s like text-messaging…except you’re texting yourself. I get the concept of Twitter, but I haven’t figured out why it’s necessary in life. I’ll admit, it’s moderately fun to post mini-updates from my iPhone (as if anyone cares), but right now the only person on my list if AJB and I don’t think he reads it all that often anyway. I also think that once I start poo-pooing things like Twitter, it means I’m old. Get off my lawn, kind of old. I figure, as long as I at least see what all the fuss is about, I’m doing alright. I’ve also integrated into my blog, which is kind of neat. It also automatically posts daily Twitter updates, so if you’re not Twitterpated, you can at least know that at some point yesterday I was doing something….not all that interesting enough to blog about. Do you care? I don’t see why anyone would.

We live in such a extreme realm of voyeurism. We need constant updates from our friends and must keep tabs on them at all times. Frankly, Twitter is kind of sick, but you didn’t hear that from me. Once again, I find myself contradicting myself. If I dislike Twitter, I should dislike blogs. Right? Besides, news of this week’s earthquake in So. Cal hit Twitter before it hit the news. I guess that counts for something.