alpha oh. my. god.

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!