Voice Tunnel, Park Avenue Tunnel, Midtown.


With Jessica.

MoCCA Art Festival 2009, 69th Armory, Grammercy.


Fred Chao (talking to Spano and Denise), whose collected edition of his transcendentally awesome comic Johnny Hiro is on sale now.


Mike Dawson, whose Freddie & Me: A Coming-of-Age (Bohemian) Rhapsody was one of my favorite books last year.


Scott Weinstein and Chris Zaccone, After-School Agent


Tanner, in from SoCal.


Josh Eiserike and Mitch Roth, Assholes. Josh also wrote and drew the will-sneak-up-and-rip-your-heart-out-your-mouth Class of '99.


Alex Robinson, what a card.


Coffee break with Joe.


Brian Wood, who we're pretty sure has shot a guy.


Monica Gallagher, of Lipstick & Malice, Boobage, Gods & Undergrads, Bonnie N. Collide, lots and lots of others.


Chris


Matt Kindt, whose Super Spy was another one of my favorite books of last year.


The legendary Seth (Palooka-Ville; It's a Good Life, If You Don't Weaken; Wimbledon Green; George Sprott: (1894-1975))


Adrian Tomine, of Optic Nerve and its various collected editions, including Shortcomings, Summer Blonde, and Sleepwalk and Other Stories.


Deemer, Ryan, and Alan

Honestly, I don't even notice the lack of A/C until somebody mentions the lack of A/C, and then I can't not notice the lack of A/C. The lesson here being: next time there's no A/C, don't tell me that there's no A/C. :~p

Bruce.

Yvonne.

I haven't seen Kevin and Lisa in probably five years. They are in town for Lisa's cousin's wedding. They have the afternoon free, so we go check out what's going on at MOMA (thanks, Tim!).












I am in unholy love with this series of photographs by Barbara Probst.




Being a bad New Yorker, I'd never been to MOMA before. Neither had I been to Serendipity, where we trek over afterwards for snacks.





I'm jonesing to try Serendipity's famous signature drink/dessert thing, the Frozen Hot Chocolate, about which little else people seem to talk about since, like, ever. I don't know what exactly I'm expecting, some sort of utterly mind-blowing chocolate orgasm or something, I guess, but what I get is...slushy chocolate milk. It's not unpleasant by any means, but.... Well, at least the whipped cream is fresh.





Blue steel!