One of Ash's favourite recent movies was #missinglink. Fortunately, his father is friends with the lovely people at Laika who made it. And they know (because I have told them) how much Ash loved it. So yesterday brought a delivery of two Funko Pop Sasquatches and a tee shirt which needed to be worn like a dress. Thank you, Laika.
It was a gift from Dark Carnival in Berkeley. They wanted me to see the Gashleycrumb Tinies pastiche, taking on gun control. It's become Ash's favourite thing to read. He carries it everywhere. And people say "I didn't know MAD was still being published." Soon, now, it won't be any more. It was one of my favourite things. I still have the MAD magazines from the early 60s I bought in Plus Books in West Croydon, and the beautiful oversized reprint editions of the original MAD comics.
Yesterday Robert Sheckley would have been 91 years old. One of the finest short story writers of his generation, one of the writers I aspired to be when I was young. Today I visited his grave with his daughter, my friend and editor Alisa Kwitney.