I'm at a coffee shop, preparing to type up a script for Tyler so we can meet up in a couple hours and talk about balls. "Preparation" is mostly a code-word, obscuring the activity known to non-writers as 'dicking around on the inter net'. And said dicking comes to inform me that major inspiration Matt Fraction is...horror...younger than me.
Doublefuck.
Well, then. Back to work! I'm off...with a newly boosted sense of my own thorough inadequacy.
