Things Are… Actually Progressing?! Holy S#!%

I actually have three packages ready to go out tomorrow morning and some others rapidly approaching completion? What did I do with the real Lonestarr?!  It must just be excess nervous energy from worrying about someone, and the fact that I’ve been slowly preparing a bunch of these things little-by-little at once when the mood strikes.  But whatever the case, things are finally coming to fruition.

♫ Indians cards on the way for Baseball Dad (he sent 20 or so Ryne Sandbergs that I will post about once I’ve scanned them) and David (my WAY late group break money order and a far too few cards in thanks for the Random Packs of Kindness).  I can’t guarantee that there’s anything either of you can use, supercollectors that you are, but here’s hopin’.  I can always send a little more on (lol) to you if you are unsatisfied.

♫ Lots of wonderfully dementedly random stuff for Matt of Heartbreaking Cards of Staggering Genius will also be on the way tomorrow morning.

♫ The long-overdue SASE for Mario of Wax Heaven is pretty much only waiting for the old Andrew Miller sketch card I did back before I had a teal marker to be inked and colored.  It doesn’t seem right to not send anything, as cool and generous as Mario has been with me.  Unfortunately, I have nothing else to offer right now besides my mediocre artistic talents.

♫ Piles have been set aside for Wicked Ortega (Marlins and Mannys and stuff) and codebreaker extrordinaire JD’s Daddy (Phenom Pitchers).

♫ I just need Night Owl‘s address and I can send out stuff to him any time, Dodgers being one of the first teams I organized back when I thought I had the iron will to get further than two teams into The Great Cardening of 2009.

Looks like that’s everything that is progressed to near-completion.  Shoot me an email if you wish to know more specifics.

Hopefully this wasn’t too inane of a post.  Just doing whatever I can to take my mind off, umm… things, and thought I’d let people know how their dealings with me are progressing, since I’m painfully, excruciatingly slow at this.

Gettin’ s*** done, yaya. :d