What day is it again?

Perhaps I should apologize for buggering up my posting schedule last week but I plum forgot that Monday was Monday, and kinda thought it was Tuesday... Or maybe no one even noticed and it was just me who did, but only two hours after I pulled the trigger.

Nobody comes here for perfection, anyway.

So, of all the things anyone reading these words could imagine me doing over the course of this past weekend, can anyone imagine the one thing I definitely was not doing?

If anyone picked going to the annual RFTC Halloween show, you would be absolutely correct;

There for several years, it had become tradition, but the last two has found me with a conflict of scheduling and/or finances, and so I've sadly had to enjoy it from a far, but one of the years soon, I'm going to be getting my poop in a group, and will be present both front and center while wearing my super pants™®©;

I've 3D printed a new belt buckle (the one shown here was painted on sealed illustration board), and still need to deal with trimming the belt out, but for the most part, I'm ready for prime time. This costume has been in the works for years, and was inspired by a photo of a little kid who apparently wanted to go trick or treating dressed as pants. 

However when you're two and a half feet tall, finding a pants costume is considerably easier than when you're a grown up, so I ended up contacting a professional seamstress and costume designer, which as you can imagine wasn't cheap. 

Dressing up for Halloween has never been my bag, but now that I have a forever costume, I think I've turned a corner.

Anyway, it was either this or sexy Burt;

Let's see... What else do I have to barf up here?

Ah, yes. Firstly, I'd like to note that I too have just put some Revolting hats up in the store so you can get them from me, or you can get them from Robot or you can get them from us both and then promptly loose them out of your messenger bag, and then start the cycle all over again;

It's truly fun for the whole family.

Moving on to other topics, a couple weeks ago I found this exposé on Missy Giove that came out several years ago at this point, but somehow escaped my attention until now;

I'm not sure how I missed it, but I'm reasonably certain that this was originally released around the last time we saw one another;

We slapped hands, and the first thing out of her mouth was asking if I knew what was up with a mutual friend of ours who had actually died while she was in the throes of her legal battles. I was suddenly struck with the fact that I was the one who was responsible for breaking the news to her. 

Since I did a better job of telling the story the first time, I'll just copy and paste it here;

"Missy and I hadn’t seen one another since 2000, so when we crossed paths, it was all high fives until within the first 30 seconds when she asked about a mutual friend who’d died some time ago. Considering the insanity of her last decade, I didn’t blame her for not knowing, but being the one to break the news, simultaneously broke my heart.

She was gutted, and I was gutted, and it put an indescribably awkward spin on our reunion.

Fortunately the following day (my final day in town and what I’m covering in this here post) we crossed paths again, and I was able to apologize for having to be the one to tell her. Very thoughtfully, she turned, put her arms around me, told me that she loved me and that after dwelling on it for a bit realized something. She said whereas before, going through her day to day unaware of what had become of our friend, now that she knows the details, he’s always with her."

I'm still so touched by the exchange we had, and will forever be dazzled by her both as a bike racer, and as a truely incredible human being.

Now, as I dry my eyes and collect myself as best as I can, as has been the trend here the last couple of years, I now present the newest episode of Revolting;

It promises to be a pretty good time, regardless of what day in the week it is.