Oh, DJ Caligula. I’m sure that a multitude of people have used that name in the past, but I don’t believe there’s ever been a super-villain hell-bent on ramming his buttery digits into your rectum who used it. At least… I don’t think so. But the world is a big place and a lot of crazy people have done a lot of crazy things. Originality is an abstract thought, though. If I come up with something that’s funny to me, but yet has (unbeknownst to me) already been done by someone else a year or two before – does that make my idea less original? I’m sure that there are people out there who pound their feet and shout “THIEF!” every time they think someone is stealing an idea, but when you do anything that involves music, words, or art you just have to accept that at some point, you will step on someone else’s toes. And at that point, all you can do is hope that those toes aren’t attached to someone who has a way better lawyer than you could afford.

But really, I have this idea for multiple comics in this storyline. Many, I might even say. And we’ll have to see how many of them I get through before I get bored with it. I will assure you that the introduction of Captain American Grizzly is only the start of things. But we shall see what else develops.

Getting ready to leave for my trip on Thursday is going to be a mess. It’s Monday while I’m writing this, and I’ve been swamped with work all day. I didn’t get enough of my comic done this weekend for me to really say I have a handle on things, either. Add to that the fact that one of my bosses is in from Germany and a friend of mine from New York is visiting Ann Arbor (a short drive from me) so I really want to make it out there to see him while he’s near my hood.

I think we’ve finally gotten all the particulars worked out with our room for Bear Pride, though – so that’s a positive. The concept that things were even remotely “up in the air” a few days before the trip kinda made me nervous… just because I always get a bit “squidgy” in the stomach when I have to rely on other people. It’s not that other people are bad or anything, it’s just that old saying that my mom made me recite when I as a kid. “No one is your friend, everyone is your enemy.” And we’d usually tag on an “and who do we trust?” “No one.” at the end, just for good measure. Though I’m sure if you’ve been reading my blog for a while, you’ve probably already heard that one.

So, with that in mind – for those folks who may be readers who are going to Bear Pride, I will again say: FUCKING SAY HELLO TO ME! Not for nothin’, but if you’ve sent me an email and that’s my only way of being able to identify who you are, unless you have your email address written on your t-shirt, I’m not gonna know who you are. And fast fact about my memory – even if you DO have your email address on your t-shirt, I totally won’t remember it. I have enough trouble when I see people at these events and I have to ask myself “is that an online friend of mine, or have I just been jerking off to pictures of him for the past year”? This question is relevant because they each require a different sort of hug.

And should you be looking for me, I’ll be the bald one with the beard. That should narrow it down to a hundred or so guys, right?