Archive for September, 2007

Quick

- My finger is better. Like, I can type regularly better, and I’m not afraid it’ll open up and I’ll bleed out in the night (because really, there’s still CSI blood spatter in some parts of the store).

- Kenzie bought me “Death Proof” on DVD. I’m still mad that they’re splitting up the Grindhouse movies and you don’t get the trailers, but I totally preferred DP to “Planet Terror,” so this is relative okay with me. I just know there will be a 4-disc set out by Christmas that’ll have both movies plus the fake trailers plus commentary and I’ll be mad and want to buy it.

- We finally got internet at the store today, and then spent all day, literally, updating Windows. So it wasn’t really like we got internet, just the ability to restart the computer a shitload of times and watch the bar move closer to infinity.

- There are pictures of the store on our main myspace page, not just in the pics section. In fact, the ones on the main page are newer than the ones in the pics section.

- I’m sad that I waited all these years for a new Atticus Kodiak novel and I haven’t read “Patriot Acts” yet. Maybe it’s because for the first time in almost 11 years I work at a store that can’t order new books. This saddens me, but we should have a B&T account soon.

- Justice League Unlimited was a great show, and it’s a damn shame that it only ran two seasons. I’ve now watched them all thanks to Boomerang and my DVR, and I’ll miss getting my superhero fix every single night.

-Me go bed now

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09 2007

Digit of Doom

I’ve taken to calling my bum finger the digit of doom. Pointing and wagging it at Kenzie and warning her with it. She, however, has banned me from using the circular saw again. It’s fine, I was done cutting stuff anyway.

I’m going to have to open a PayPal or eBay dispute with the shits that I bought the store monitor from. When it got here it had no cabling, and then I had them send that, and then it didn’t work when I plugged it in. I sent it back to them and now they’re telling me that it’s not the monitor that they sent, which is ridiculous. There is no other monitor, because that one was a flat screen, and the replacement monitor came from Tony’s friend Joel, who just happened to have a CRT monitor that we could have. So someone owes me $90.

One of the things we’re going to try to do in the lounge at the store, once it’s fully operational, is to have a meeting place for people who create comics, and not just so Tony and I can find artists for our respective projects, but so we can get a good comics-making scene going in the Dayton area. Then, Step 3: profit. Of course, this means I need to get back on the ball, but that’s okay. I like that ball, and I’m going to get on it.

Watched the Flash/Lex Luthor episode of Justice League Unlimited today. Funniest damn thing ever. God, that was a good show.

Still trying to book mc chris at Peach’s, as brought to you by Super-Fly. We’ll see how that goes.

13

09 2007

Biting the Finger that Feeds You

For my birthday Kenzie and I went out to dinner and then saw Superbad, which is supergood. Pretty much the whole movie is one big long stretch of funny, so much so that when we left Kenzie’s face hurt from smiling and laughing so much. It seems like it’s going to be a bit of a stretch until good movies come out again. Trailers for Iron Man and Dark Knight and Get Smart look great, but that’s not until next summer. It seems like Hollywood has decided that they haven’t done enough stupid movie parodies, so they’re trotting those things out again instead of coming up with their own ideas.

I watched L.A. Ink tonight, and it got me thinking about getting another tattoo. Or, more specifically, think about getting one of the tattoos I’ve been thinking about getting for the past few years. Yeah, I just turned 31, what I need is more ink. Sure, why not.

I was unimpressed with the Giants season opener, by the way. I started out with some pessimism at the beginning of the season, and then my spirits raised watching Sunday’s game. Y’know, until starters started dropping like flies and the back-up quarterback decides not to slide headfirst to pick up a crucial 4th down. Now, I’m back to square one. It’s not a good square.

Speaking of not good, I nicked my fingertip with a circular saw at work today, and yeah, that’ll leave a mark. Not exactly fun, but it looks like I’ll live, and get to keep the finger to boot. It’s my left hand pointer finger, so my typing is all fucked up and weird. The sooner it heals up, the better.

12

09 2007

The 31st Anniversary of Awesome

So yeah, it’s that time of year again, where I tick the clock forward one more time and go “Wow, I’m old.”

I’m not, which is funny, and I’m reminded of that since most of my friends are either in their mid twenties or my age and unfazed by their 30-dom. Well, I guess I’m the nutbar, huh?

It is great to look back at this past year and go “Oh, holy shit, I did a lot.” Turning 30 really did light a fire under me, getting me more active sending novel queries out and also forcing me to re-think my whole job situation. And, of course, there was the impending wedding, which also made me want o do better so I could provide for my new family. For the record, no, we’re not having kids right away. Of course, if we do, we do, but we’re not going to start trying. Anything that happens at this stage will be a happy accident. I can’t tell you how thrilled I am to be at a stage where a pregnancy test is a normal, happy thing, not a sphincter-clenching device of fear and worry.

I’m still feeling my way around something resembling a schedule in my new work-life. The store is doing well, and we have pictures up on our MySpace, and if I get a second I’ll repost them here for the non-Myspace people. It’s funny, because every time I take a picture or set opf pictures to show the place off, we change something a day or so later. In fact, we’re going to be hanging another half-sheet of slatwall and have ordered more shelves so we have even more room for comics. It’s coming together beautifully.

Most importantly, though, I love saying “my wife.” My wife and I do things together that my wife and I like to do, since she’s my wife. It feels great. Things haven’t changed, not really, but they have. We’re married now, and that means something. Being married, it turns out, means something when it’s real and good.

I’m going to try to update this every morning. We’ll see how long this lasts.

10

09 2007