Happy Sepia Saturday!

After Thanksgiving Thursday and Black Friday (but before Cyber Monday), we come to the most famous of all this week's American holidays: Sepia Saturday. Where we watch old movies and tell each other stories about our pasts.

As The Body Snatcher (1945) plays in the background, I will tell you of my recent past. We're only going back to this month.

First, we had the Cradle Animatic Premiere in California! It was amazing, thanks to you fans; I can't believe how many of you showed up and how you lined up without any instructions. It was super exciting to see you all reacting to the animatic in real time!

While you were watching the screen, I was watching you. And Sam was watching me. But who was watching Sam? Rebecca.

After that, we released the animatic to our Kickstarter backers, and your response to that has been incredible. It's so much fun when I get to read about your reactions to specific scenes, or voices, or bloopers. Brings a black-and-white tear to my black-and-white eye.

But meanwhile, unbeknownst to most of you, I was not in America! I was actually in another country entirely!

I flew from the Animatic Premiere in Los Angeles, California, United States to Tokyo, Japan. Where I went on a vacation with my friends.

I don't normally do vacation trips with my friends, and certainly not all the way on the other side of the world. But I'll tell you what, that was one of the best vacations I've ever had. Especially because I judge how good a trip is based on how good the food was. And the food was great.

We went to a lot of great, highly rated Japanese restaurants while we were over there, and most of them were amazing. Even the worst one was still good. But you know what I ate the most of?

Convenience store chicken cutlet. Famichiki, Nanachiki, doesn't matter; they're piping-hot fried, seasoned bird thighs for about a buck fifty. Every time I passed a convenience store, which was about every hundred feet, I'd pop in for a Famichiki.

Maybe we were on our way to dinner, or coming straight from lunch. Doesn't matter. It was a pact with myself. If I passed a Family Mart, I had to buy a Famichiki.

We did many other things in Japan--we visited a bunch of temples and saw a five-story Buddha statue and waded through a wet museum and were chased around by some very aggressive bowing deer--but the thing my friends made fun of me for most was my obsession with convenience store fried chicken. It haunts my dreams.

So those are my stories from my recent past. How does your family celebrate Sepia Saturday? Have you watched the animatic yet?

Tell me about it, but do it in sepia tones.

-Will