my dinner with
mistersleepless
Nov. 10th, 2004 10:10 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
I lie, i lie; i had dinner with palecur,
rjray_rss, and
erikred, the last of whom drove us from downtown Oakland (after we BARTed up from Fremont) to downtown Berkeley last week for a last-minute booksigning by Warren Ellis at Comic Relief, which is in the process of being evicted and thereby searching for a new location.
(Now that, kids, is a run-on sentence.)
We arrived at Comic Relief just a couple of minutes before Warren bounded in. As fate would have it, i ended up first in line. Rory the Man at CR broke out the free candy. Warren was as charming as he could be, given that he had a cold (i was as tongue-tied as a teenaged girl — what a dork). He signed my copy of Hellblazer: Haunted and heartily endorsed my acquisition of Dean Motter's Mister X Volume 1 (after all these years, i know where Robert Reimann got his mr x persona; in many ways, he expanded and improved upon Motter's design). There's a panel in Mister X which is reproduced full-page in Transmetropolitan (i noticed when i first saw it that it had a Hernández Bros. look and feel). Unfortunately, my copy of MXV1 has two misprinted pages, so i need to harass the publisher so i can get a proper copy to replace it.
It's not every day you manage to have a picture taken when you're flanked by two of your favorite writers (and please ignore the gigantic mold on palecur's cheek; it's a science experiment).
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Date: 2004-11-11 12:30 am (UTC)It's not so much a run-on sentence as merely a sentence that is over-accessorized. While it easily could be chopped up into smaller bits like a corporation after a hostile takeover, it has all the proper punctuation, although it could use an extra "is" in the final clause, but that's more a preference than a requirement.
This is a run-on: A run-on sentence would feature two sentences fused as one they are easy to spot.
Any more grammatical misdiagnoses from you and I shall pull out the whip. STOP GRINNING!