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.