jealous to zombie max

grrr.

the other day i was talking with a friend of mine, and something she told me floored me.

she met my stalkee.

she werks in the comic werld and was at a con this summer where she met an interpreter from england (she's an interpreter like me, which makes this whole entry valid - though a blog need hardly be valid in the internet).

she went on...

...

...

my eyes opened wider and wider as she described him and his rather particular character and résumé. there aren't too many out there like that.

barely breathing, i managed to ask...

you mean this person [name here]?

yes.

you mean this face [picture here]?

yes.

you mean this blog[blog here?]

YES!

frak.

i didn't even know he was this side of the ocean. not the best stalker am i apparently.

though, it be for the best, i'm sure; if ever i meet him i'd rather not have to do so from a 100-meter restraining order required distance.

argh.

and what's worse still, i almost worked that .con with her.

in hindsight, i don't know what i would have done, had i met him too.

i'd put a link to his page, but that'd be too much, methinks. if he read this, i'm sure he'd know it was him about whom i'm writing. then again, maybe a bizarre internet-stalker-whydoirememberthispage pre-introduction could work in my favour.

i'm too chickenshit to try it.

really though, i doubt he (or anyone really) reads this

so whatevs.

another time i'll link to his pages. he's actually a great artist, and quite the writer to boot.

just thinking about it all has gotten me werked up.