At 930 this morning I was injected with Technetium 99 and for the next 24 hours I will be emitting gamma rays. They're going to shoot me with a gamma gun (tm Jack Kirby presumably?) in a couple of hours. In the meantime I've come home to draw and sort out my schedule for next week.
And maybe tidy my room since I'm expecting visitors this weekend.
Speaking of which - what kind of idiot invites comments on a blog post and then disables commenting? Me, that's right. Comments are now enabled (thanks for letting me know, Paul!) and the whole world can now let me know if they're around this weekend for The Thing.
Mark Evanier has the transcript of one of those Arnold Drake / Bob Kane anecdotes I was raving about in the last post. You have to go read it, it's priceless.
I corresponded with Arnold in the seventies and met him in person in the early eighties. This is kind of a cliché but that doesn't mean it isn't accurate. He was a writer who made you feel like a writer. He was very serious about his work and always discussed it with people as if their opinions and respect mattered to him. He was full of wonderful anecdotes about the business and unlike some others I've interviewed, I found that Arnold's accounts usually checked out.
Back to work...