Posted by Joe Casey on August 2, 2006

Holy shit… it was H-O-T in New York City. Old people were actually falling down dead from the heat. That is intense, folks. It was the top story on every local TV news station, even above the Mel Gibson drunken anti-Semite tirade. Makes me realize that I’m an L.A. guy (for better or for worse), where Mel still gets top billing for his antics and where they call the adjusted police report a “cover up”. And here, it’s hot… but it’s a dry heat.

But the Big Apple was a blast. Hung out with Joe Kelly, hung out with Douglas Rushkoff, hung out with Keith Giffen, hung out with Axel Alonso, hung out with the wife… that’s a lot of hangin’ out. I’ll try to get a photo or two up in the next few days. Definitely saw some cool stuff, worthy of a certain level of geekasm.

So touring is done for now. Returning home for the longer stretches means facing the workload with squared shoulders and feet planted firmly in the pavement, ready to attack. Seems like I have more pending comicbook work than I’d planned on a month ago, and the Hollywood meetings are coming fast and furious. Between MOA business and my own screenwriting stuff, it’s no rest for the weary around here…

… and I wouldn’t have it any other way.