i got neil gaiman tickets!
i got neil gaiman tickets!
i got neil gaiman tickets!
i got neil gaiman tickets!

i don’t care how easy it was to get them. i’m still as happy to have gotten them as if i had spent hours dialling and redialling trying desperately to get through to a bank of bored, chain-smoking operators who were ready to take out automatic weapons and start wiping out the floor managers if they didn’t get five fucking minutes off the goddamn phones, right now, and i’m really not joking this time, now give me your fucking visa number and get the hell off my phone!

yaaaaaay! i hope he talks about anansi boys, although that may be a stupid thing to hope — sort of like, “i hope the sun rises in the east tomorrow” — considering he probably will.