Finally. Largo.

At last, I've seen Nick Swardson in person. And Louie Anderson. And Patton Oswalt. And Dana Gould. And Liz Winstead. And Laura Kightlinger. And Sean Cullen. Quite a line-up for a $5 cover. I was glad of it.

The next few days are going to be gruesome with obligations and schedule cramming. I am already worn down to nearly the quick with the consumptive forces of this past month. I look tired. And that's not just my way of asking for a compliment. I look tired. And I can barely straighten up from the pains in my neck and shoulders and back. I picture elves sneaking into my bedroom after I've gone to sleep -- oh, say, around 6 A.M. -- and clubbing my back with tiny elf bludgeons. It's the only reasonable explanation I can surmise.

The continuity errors alone...

Fact: It is very common for me to mistype my name at the close of an email. I regularly type "Maru" instead of "Mary." In Japanese, "maru" means "zero."

The one that follows serves no purpose. It's for posterity.