Virus, With a Little Gore(y)

You knew this would be coming...of course the Missus has it now, too.

In an effort to make sure I was back up to 100%, I sadly forfeit tickets to last night's Henry Rollins/Janeane Garofalo/Marc Maron show (sorry again, Sean) because I was still a little queasy and didn't think travelling via the city's sterling rail and subway systems would do a lot for my health, plus I doubted my ability to live without the comforts of a lovely bathroom for very long.

Good thing, because she ALSO threw up in her car, had a 100+ fever, and being pregnant, is even more limited in her choice of remedies than I was. So I spent yesterday doing my damnedest to nurse her as well as myself.

Elsewhere, I was sent this cool bit of movie news regarding an adapation of Edward Gorey's The Doubtful Guest. The Gashlycrumb Tinies is one of the most wickedly delightful (how Jeffrey Lyons of me) books I've ever come across, and used to envy my friend Steve who had a poster illustrating the entire book. Done correctly, this could be fantastic. If you've never seen or read any of Gorey's picture books it's not too late to correct - go to your nearest bookstore or library and check something, anything out.

In the meantime, enjoy the pic below (from The Gashlycrumb Tinies):