Current location:	on my stomach, figuratively
Current music:	The Ting Tings
Entry tags:	salisbury, surgery

I'll save this for posterior. And Space Chimps must die!
I'll spare you the gory details of my super-minor SURGERY (so minor it required thirty seconds of planning, a local anesthetic and a lot of gauze... in fact, click here if you want to see how much gauze).

BUTT I'll say this:

As the doctor (possibly my favorite, lifetime) is coming in I tell him "Man, am I going to make your day or what!"   This was a joke because of where the the problem was located.

"Nah, not unless you've got a tick on the head of your penis, because that's what I was just doing over there," he said, pointing through the wall and at what I have to imagine was an unhappy male hiker.

During the procedure he kept pushing there brochures on me about the clinic and suggested I bring them to work.  Despite that, if I were staying in Salisbury I would only ever go to that doctor.

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In other news, when I signed up for press credentials for the New York Comic Con (which I did not attend this year) my email was given to every publicist working in genre TV, movies, comic books and video games.  In the run up I was getting five or six pitches a day, some of which (especially the interviews) I would have actually looked at taking advantage were I there.  Now that the show is long since past I haven't gotten any.... until tonight.  This was for a movie and videogame called, yes, Space Chimps.

"We’d love to work with you on any continuing coverage, previews, rounds up, etc. you may have planned coming up; looking at this summer’s big films, seems like sci-fi is going to represent a huge market – X-Files, Wall-e, etc. But what could be more appealing than combining space travel with monkeys?"

Indeed.  Man, I could do that.

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Hey, anyone familiar with THE CONTAINER STORE?  As in, acceptable for a temp job?