Warren Ellis: Email’s down in Mesa: twitter or phonetext if you need me. Headed to airport in a couple hrs. Catchup at LAX, probably.

Amazing six-hour drive through the desert. I knew it’d be worth it. Just fantastic views, incredible shifts in weather. Half an hour to get my head together and change clothes, and then out to Atomic Comics to sign. Eyesight’s blurring a little again –looking forward to sleeping through the flight home tomorrow. Voice is still at half-power — apologies in advance if I frighten your children.

Warren Ellis: And the signing is done, and I’m done. Dinner and then bed.

Warren Ellis: and then: massive microstorm destroys hotel roof, paralyses Mesa, blots out sky. Signing delayed a little.

Warren Ellis: stepped out of car into Arizona desert. Caught fire instantly.

Warren Ellis: Desert. Red rocks. Brush. Valleys. Meth labs.

Warren Ellis: I am in a large black vehicle en route to Mesa, Arizona.

Warren Ellis: Aaaaand… I’m done. San Diego 2007 is all over for me. See you next decade. Next up: Mesa, Arizona.

Warren Ellis: Oh my god. My voice is shot after last night. I am Raspy McCroakfuck this morning.

7pm: I go onstage in two hours. And I am FRIED. Luckily my vision hasn’t blown out yet, but it’s getting there. Thank christ I don’t have a scripted talk. Bad news is, I have to think on my feet instead. It’s going to get random, and probably very filthy. Bad enough I just told a room full of Tomb Raider fans that the animation company cut out a scene with a flying womb that looks a bit like the Pope that shat out hordes of bats with Dick Cheney’s face.

Warren Ellis: 1200 people at talk? Fried now, outside hotel – I have security posted on me!

Warren Ellis: Sunday Hangover written and filed at suicidegirls.com — look for it Sunday morning California time.

Warren Ellis: finally met Molly Crabapple and Zoetica Ebb: both too beautiful to actually be human.

Warren Ellis: status: back at hotel for press, meetings. Then back at booth 5pm. Have actually finally seen people I know at the con.

Warren Ellis: Overheard: ‘dude, did you thtep on my light-thaber?’

Warren Ellis: being picked up in ten mins. Yea, though I ride into the valley of the shadow of Nerd…

Friday. My vision totally blew out on me through exhaustion yesterday. Breakfast is a power bar, two cigs and a Red Bull, and my hand’s already shaky. You always forget what this kind of sustained schedule does, especially when you had no rest previously. Missed Joss by five minutes last night, expect to discover that I also missed Wil by five mins. Should be seeing Ectomo’s Eliza Gauger in a little bit, after being conveyed to the booth to do the first 150-minute signing of the day.
Apparently you can fly a Space Shuttle drunk. This pleases me immensely for some reason.
I guess there’ll be a film-related announcement today sometime.