From Neil Gaiman’s blog:
Mr. G sends the following from his cellphone:
In Taipei airport there were toilets for men, women, enormous telephones, daleks and people feeding giant venus flytraps.
From a blog posted by Nathan Fillian:
I was driving down Ventura Blvd. The air was warm, but if I kept the windows open I could stay cool without using AC. Just another way to try to save on gas until I buy the upcoming Venture Vehicle (check flytheroad.com). My stereo was loud, but not blaring. I was singing along to Jason Mraz when a light stopped me for some pedestrians crossing the street. I abruptly stopped singing when I saw that the giant black dude coming from his gym caught me singing in my car alone. He stood in the intersection and said, “Oh, NO. Don’t you stop for ANYONE. Let it out!” And he was right. I said, “You’re right.” Not only did it continue singing, but he joined me, and loud. It is moments like these that restore my faith in humanity. Thank you, intimidatingly huge black dude. Thank you for reminding me that the world is mine to enjoy, everyday. It is an attitude I took with me to Comicon.
Awesome. I so want to be friends with these men. For now, I shall make due with indulging my voyeruristic tendencies through their writings.
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