There has been quite a lull here… I’d say that it was a good year long. Although that’s enough to kill most weaker blogs, I believe that Galactic Fantastic will be all the stronger for it.
So, like a bedridden cancer patient finally taking those first fleeting steps from the hospital room, we have reemerged. I feel almost ashamed that I’ve left my site in such poor straights for so long. I have become a dead-beat dad. Perhaps it was my own terrible childhood, a Caucasian boy raised on the mean streets of Little Vietnam in OKC. There, guiding my ramshackle rickshaw over potholes and the discarded corpses of chow-mein cats I learned much: how to love, how to lose, and how to live… but I was never taught how to raise a child. Alas, I know that I have no one to blame but myself. Myself and Lo Pahn that is, the evil spirit whom I vanquished with the Tears of Lakisha, but that is a story for a different day.
Until then, Gal Fan marches on, alone, unremarked, unread, but still… Gal Fan marches on.