Last night I put together an abstract for my GoH (Guest of Honor) session at Linucon this October. The GoH session is the “all about me” session where I get 50 minutes to talk about whatever I want to.

I’m attending the ‘Con as both a Sci-Fi Guy (Schlock Mercenary) and a Linux Guy (GroupWise), and on either topic I can ramble for hours. And then it occurred to me… THAT, in and of itself, is kind of interesting.

I Am NOT A Renaissance Man. I Don't Know How To Fence.
By day he manages a 100-million dollar software business. By night he creates the finest science fiction ever to grace the world of webcomics. By-and-by he teaches Sunday School, raises four children, and invents foodstuffs. Meet the man who gave the world GroupWise on Linux, Schlock Mercenary, and the Chupaqueso, and learn the dark secret of his so-called success.

I crack me up.

Yesterday at just before noon I threw a really sloppy drive on 3. Just before release, I heard (not “felt,” though that happened too. HEARD) my shoulder go “snerk.” My follow-through was agonizing.

I played the rest of the game with my left-hand side-arm, and bogied all but two of the remaining holes. So, four over par, which isn’t bad for taking the 2/3rds of the game I play with my RH back-hand and playing it with my LH sidearm.

The big problem is that it’s my RIGHT ARM. Yes, I can still draw. But I’m not sure I can ERASE.

–Howard

Great film. Better than the first. I’m not sure how they did it, but I came out of the theater BELIEVING in Spider-Man.

I want to live in New York where it’s safe.

Yesterday was great.

My work-day at Novell flew by, and it was a productive one. Then at home I cranked out another four days worth of strips.

I’m pretty sure it’s just diet and exercise. I haven’t been dieting, per se, but I’ve been trying to fill up on healthy stuff before caving to cravings and having Shrek Cereal or pieces of chocolate that came home with me from Holland. The result? I dropped from a high of 186.5 lbs to 181 pounds (Sat 11pm to Wed at 6am), and I just plain FEEL BETTER.

There were a couple of problematic moments, like the part where I was at home and a guy at work IM’d me about my committment to attend a July 21st conference in Chicago. I IM’d him back and said “I don’t remember committing to that,” frankly terrified at the thought of having to travel again in just three weeks. I need more recovery time. Well, it turns out he was bluffing. I HAVEN’T committed to it yet, and he wanted me to.

Meh. I’ll delegate that trip to one of the five talented people who report to me. Oh, and bite me right here.

Anyway… I’m back. I drew four strips last night, and it felt good.

–Howard