Last week my W/B (Webmaster-slash-Bitch), Eric —
Since I am not only a huge Neil Gaiman fan, but also a rabid Amanda Fucking Palmer fan (for those of you residing in underground bunkers: she and Neil are married), I asked W/B if he’d pass on a little something special from me to Neil, before asking Neil to sign my copy of American Gods.
Naturally, this made W/B extremely nervous.
Probably because he knows me.
Oh, and also because this is what I asked him to give Neil:
(FYI — those three stick figures that look like they’re playing ring-around-the-rosy? Were intended to be three stick figures making out. I know. Mmm, ze art skillz, zey are sexy, no?)
Thus unsurprisingly (for a Disney store Viking), W/B handed off this task to his wife, O She Of The Titanium Balls.
For which I will be forever grateful, as it produced this priceless Neil Gaiman autograph:
And to think, before this I never even knew I was capable of multiple writergasms!
(In all seriousness, a hearty thank-you-go-round
to Neil, W/B and Titanium.
I’ll treasure this book always.)
UPDATE!!! – 11/24/12 – 1:25 p.m. PST
So as I am wont to do, I posted the link to this blog on Twitter yesterday — and when I finally rejoined the grid this morning, lo and behold, look what I found in my Inbox!
In case anyone’s wondering, I’ll be in my bunk.