It’s been kind of a rough week, but hopefully it’ll all level out soon. Nothing real major, but we did find out that Kenzie’s cat Mimi has cancer, which is giving her tumory lumps on her stomach. She’s not in any pain or anything, but one of them did begin to bleed the other night, which prompted an emergency call to the vet and a visit in the morning. She’s got a couple of months to a couple of years, so that’s a little bit grim. We’re hoping she’ll be with us for a long, long time, Kenzie especially, but I know I’ll miss the little girl like crazy because she’s my furry stepdaughter, and she loves me. So it’s been rough.

Work is hard, but not in a really awful way, just a “hey, we need to reorganize all the back issue comics” way. Unfortunately, we had about 30 rogue long boxes in our upstairs that were filled with all manner of random crap, from Marvel and DCs at all eras to Disney comics to porno to war comics to assorted horrid 90s Malibu crap. The first week was just sorting them, now we’re putting them away. You’d think this would be a fun task for someone that loves comics, but noooooooo. If I see one more 2099 comic, or a Midnight Sons comic again I may just go on a kill crazy rampage. Not to mention that things are just so out of order with the stuff that’s already “sorted.” It’s work that needs to be done, and we’re going to do it goddamit. We’re also hopefully going to be getting our new webpage for the store up and running sometime too, and we’re going to be blogging on it, which means one more thing I have to work on maintaining. Although given the state of some of the stuff going on in comics nowadays, there will be no shortage of material. Angry, angry material.

Speaking of which, what the fuck is up with that whole “London Bridge” song that trashy skank from the Black Eyed Peas sings? I mean, it’s obviously porno, but what the fuck does it mean when some chick is like “my London, London bridge wanna go down?” I mean, that’s not even real! Does everything have to be dirty? What’s next? “Oh yeah, my Slinky, my Slinky, it goes down stairs alone or in pairs, my Slinky, yeah!” “Connect Four, baby, yeah, up, down, across or diagonal, oh yeah!” It’s not good. Even worse, I was looking through the Previews catalog we get our comics and comics related stuff from, and with the new Bettie Page movie coming out there’s tons of BP stuff flying around. They had one thing, a shoulder bag with a picture of her topless (but with stars over her nipples) and the description said something like “Perfect for on the go travel, or for school! Grades K through 6.” Are you fucking insane!?!?! Be assured, Allie is never going to school, probably any grade, with any kind of Bettie Page star nipple stuff around! I mean, seriously! Little girls don’t need to be whores!

I just had staggeringly strong Deja Vu. Trippy.

Kenzie and I are getting cable internet tomorrow, which will be *sweeeeeeeet!* We’re getting rid of our home phone and the money we pay for dial-up and we’ll actually be saving money. Crazy, I know. So adjust your contact info for me. Home phone out, cell phone in. Word!

I’ll leave you with this, which I made at the link on the bottom of the picture. The only bad thing about the early to bed early to rise plan is that I haven’t mastered a plan for watching the Daily Show or Colbert. For some reason I’ve been engrossed with “The Practice” reruns on FX, as thye’re playing the final season when Allan Shore shows up. I guess I’m just ready for Boston Legal to start.

Enjoy, and don’t get put On Notice.