alpha oh. my. god.

[arisha]

Okay, okay. So every year in the newspaper there's this thing that lists what authors are coming to Victoria to read and sign books and stuff. Last year the only name I recognized was David Suzuki. In terms of that, this year was much better. George R.R. Martin, Margaret Atwood, Neil Gaiman (the only one famous enough to have a note about how many books you're allowed to have him sign). But come on now, whatever. Surely we can do better than that!!

And so I turned the page. And GUESS WHO IS COMING TO VICTORIA.

JAY. INGRAM.


(I am not sure what he is saying in this picture but I am sure it is something DEEPLY INTELLIGENT.)

Anything I have to say about this would be filled with exclamation marks and smiling emoticons and as such, I'm sure you can fill it in for yourself.

Here is something I shall label as "irony," whether or not it actually is: while my grandmother and I were searching through the recycling bin for said thing in the newspaper, we managed to miss the latter half of Daily Planet. Amazing. I must remember to apologize profusely while Jay is signing my copy of The Barmaid's Brain.*

By "my copy" I mean "the copy I will buy tomorrow for him to sign." Is what I mean.

Also, I apologize profusely for stealing the bandwidth of the Banff Centre. And yet I do it anyway. Fun fact: all I remember about my trip to Banff is the cabin we stayed in and the t-shirt I got. Like, I wish I was kidding. I have no idea what Banff looks like outside of that cabin. Man oh man.

Wait!!! I THINK IT WAS ON AN EPISODE OF DAILY PLANET. Snap!