We Are at Table 274

We are at table 274, on the Mezzanine. I don't know how it works, but they always put us there. Its a cool spot, with 360 degree visibility. I am thinking about having some kind of food there to entice the hungry. Or maybe not. What is not up for debate is the huge Fat Camille that will be floating behind my head.

Drafting Table Angst

I am deeply unhappy with my drafting table. In fact, its chronic creakiness is keeping me from even sitting down at it. My head is bursting with comics. Fat Camille is bursting to get out, but she is only half-formed and embryonic. The Submariners are cranky and uncommunicative. I am thinking about petitioning Procurement for a new one. Is this a true artist block, or just a flimsy excuse?