And now I have a pirate satchel. Yarrrrrrrrr.

Actually in many ways, Hallowe'en is pirate paradise. That is why it's the Most Wonderful Time (Of The Year). I defy you to walk into a drug store right now and not come out with five pirate-related objects. Ditto toy stores, ditto comic book stores, ditto (obviously) actual costume shops. I spent a fucking mint at Malabar's the other day. And among the mint was my satchel.

I WENT TO SEE TONY ROBBINS TODAY!! You can only express stuff like that in capital letters. (My blogTO write-up of the event is here.) The man has huge, huge hands. The warm-up acts were generally lame but Tony, man, that guy is the real deal. I think that was the major draw for me. Way the hell back in the day, I used Personal Power to dig out of some rather nasty business; today, I just wanted to see if the guy actually delivered the goods or if it was all just finely-honed salesmanship. Well yeah: I'd say he genuinely does deliver what he commits. I was pretty impressed. Learned some shit, had some laughs. My dad took me to the show, and after, I took him to Burrito Boyz, and we talked about raising our standards.

Now, regarding Umbrella Academy: how did Daniel Cockburn write a comic book without actually writing it? Because this is so clearly a D-Coc property, and I'm foxed as to how he did it. Still it's fairly impressive work, made all the more so by the fact that as far as I'm aware, D-Coc doesn't even know what a comic book is. (And also: I don't think he liked Batman Begins. So he's a heathen.) I've got a few more pages in issue 4 of Snapdragon to finish in the morning, and after that we'll have to see if it's as Matt Brown an artwork as Umbrella Academy is a D-Coc.

Always remember, your focus determines your reality. That's a Qui-Gonism, but it applies.