The images this time were captured on the digital camera that my parents gave me for Christmas. I'd been meaning to do a Goth House that way for some time, just to see what happened. I was on a plane coming home from Phoenix when I came up with this idea. Planes are boring.

If you look closely you can see the places where I Photoshopped out my left hand where it was holding Princess.

Actually, you don't have to look all that closely.

It was very early on the Monday morning following the 2004 World Horror Convention. Those of us still looking for fun had gathered on the hotel's outdoor deck, or, in Cat Grey's Morbid Tearoom for tea and gin. The prospect of packing to go home loomed ominously. Cat gifted us with posters, feathers, and Princess.

I was sorry to be missing Norwescon, but -- at a convention where so much groovy stuff was happening -- I didn't miss it too much. I had coffee with Adam Niswander, wine with Lisa Snellings Clark, and Stephen Jones gave me Jack Daniel's in honor or Karl Edward Wagner. Dee Snider (originally of Twisted Sister fame) turned out to be a charming and eloquent speaker on horror, selling out, and freedom of artistic expression, and it turns out Michael Slade (both halves) put the World Horror Convention in his latest thriller Bed of Nails.

Princess likes her new home.