w i g h t h o u s e

1. Note the arrival of a package bearing the return address of “Wondermark.com.”
2. Jump up and down with glee.
3. Plod up stairs with package and sundry less-important items.
4. Tear open package with hands, vestigial prehensile tail, foreceps, whatever’s handy.
5. Marvel at quality of ill-gotten tome, resplendent with silver gilt and rich layouts.
6. Grin absurdly at the sketch provided by the author at his own behest, as well as supplemental “The Revolution Will Not Be Telegraphed” sticker. Affix sticker to laptop, gym locker or muzzle of small yappy dog.
7. Clutch book to chest; hug. (Warning: Several cartoon hearts may exude from general bodily vicinity. This is normal.)

Remember the delightfully sycophantic Wondermark post I made a few weeks ago? Despite other people’s best efforts, I have apparently won myself a Wondermark book. (I interject “apparently” because I received no confirming email or backup source, and am expecting a rescindance at any moment. Just kidding. Kinda.) You know what? I didn’t even check out the book before entering the contest, because I knew it would spectacular no matter what. I can’t wait for USPS to hurl it haphazardly onto my snow-drenched doorstep! Huzzah!