Felicia Day

Hope you enjoy! I crashed my gmail account this morning sending out emails, I feel like my right arm has been cut off!

When author Patrick Rothfuss send me an email (You’ll remember I trashed the cover of his acclaimed fantasy debut “Name of the Wind”) I was like “Uh Oh, another author whose book cover I trashed has hunted me down! Damn these writers and their internet access!” Surprisingly, he just wanted to show me what the paperback version will look like when the book is released April 1rst. Hooray!
First glance: IMPROVED!  LOVE IT!  The eerie black and white spells ominous, the cloaked figured=mysterious fantasy man, the gold gives it the old-world flair. I could have used maybe a tower in the distance (I love towers ) but compared to before…well, see for yourselves to the bottom right. Which one do you prefer? This new cover is WAAAAY better dudes, really nice!  

If you haven’t picked up this book, definitely do so. It was on the top 10 fantasy of 2007 everywhere, and it is great. It’s like, Harry Potter meets Feist meets, oh I dunno, someone dark. Erikson maybe. It’s great. And soon you’ll be able to read it without peeling off the cover.

Hey! If any readers are in LA, and you want to see a last-minute sketch show thrown together to benefit our closing theatre, the Empty Stage, come over this Thursday night to the westside of LA.

Also, anyone in the neighborhood who’d like to fill the background of a Guild episode, email me at watchtheguild (at)gmail.com. We’re shooting this Sunday and could use some talented backs and fake conversationalists, LOL.

Yesterday I had 3 lattes and a stress problem, and I almost had a nervous breakdown.  On top of that, I was sitting in my car at 10 ’til 7pm in a “no parking from 4-7″zone, NOT BLOCKING TRAFFIC, and, while I was on the phone, a parking guy drove up behind me and gave me a $70.00 ticket.  I’m serious.  There were 8 cars parked on the block behind me in the same “no 4-7pm” parking zone, and those cars didn’t get any tickets.  THE INJUSTICE OF IT!   I admit it.  I started crying like a total woos.  I thought if you were sitting in your car, they couldn’t technically give you a ticket!  Where I got that theory, I have no idea, but it sounds just to me.  Whatever.  That was the most expensive parking place I’ve ever had.

This cartoon actually made me day and stopped my tears.  I don’t normally chuckle at the New Yorker, but it’s funny.  Funnier than a parking ticket at least.