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September 22, 2009

Also, The Color Balance On The Lawn Has Been Set On Maximum Green

After four days, more or less, the rain has stopped. A reasonable guess was that we got somewhere in the neighborhood of a foot of rain, give or take a few inches. We made it through just fine. Much better than my in-laws; they had a ten-foot sinkhole open up across the street in their neighborhood (which also took out a water main in the process), plus they've got five inches of water in their basement. Their furnished basement. And no flood insurance.

At any rate, it's all over. Now all we need to do is dry out.

Altho' the rain stopped yesterday, school was canceled today and tomorrow as well. There are vague reports of flood damage in various buildings, so I can see why that might make a difference. No matter the benefits of penicillin, mildew doesn't enhance learning. Ian's school is also closed, so we'll be hanging out again. As I was putting him to bed, I asked what he wanted to do tomorrow. He said he wants to make 'smores. Works for me.

September 18, 2009

J. Jonah Jameson...

...is going to do a guest spot on Mad Men.

From Ms. Marvel #3. Written by Chris Claremont, penciled by John Buscema, inked by Joe Sinnott, and colored by Don Warfield. Marvel, 1978.

September 11, 2009

A New Milestone Reached

Every parent knows this day will come. And today it has.

Ian said his first swear word today, while at school, although it was "not in context," as the teacher put it.

So, context. I guess that's what we need to work on next.

September 08, 2009

Bit On The Nose

Man, I remember when a three day weekend would be spent more or less sleeping late, napping in the afternoon, and then going to bed early. Well, no, not really. Sure sounds nice, tho'. Instead, my Labor Day weekend was spent, well, laboring.

Just seems wrong, somehow.

At any rate, the major event of the weekend involved the dreaded triple switch room exchange, with the added difficulty of working over two floors. In brief, we moved Ian's bedroom down the hall to Lisa's office space which was moved downstairs into my office space which was moved upstairs into where Ian's bedroom was. I can't make it any plainer than that.

Oh, and I baked a cake. Chocolate. From scratch. Well, not the icing, since I didn't have an egg separator and that trick with juggling the yolk back and forth between the two halves of the shell is apparently not recommended. Came out pretty tasty, if I do say so myself, and I even learned something: use butter to grease the pans, not vegetable oil. Fortunately, torn layers can be cemented together through the cunning use of icing, which is apparently the super glue of the cake world, if super glue was delicious.

At any rate, the weekend is over, which is good, because now I can go back to work and get some rest.

Reading: Filthy Rich by Brian Azzarello and Victor Santo, and Dark Entries: A John Constantine novel, by Ian Rankin and Werther Dell'Edera. These are two from the Vertigo Crime Series, which appear to be graphic novels that don't look like graphic novels. On the outside they're hardcovers of similar size to regular books, cover art's not comic booky, and so forth, but on the inside they're all prose and pics. Interesting reads. Filthy Rich is pure Mickey Spillane noir, (sex, violence, drug use, etc), and Dark Entries is, well, a Constantine novel (spookiness! detectiveyness!).

Currently My Life in France, by Julia Child. I've just finished Part One, at the end of which she leaves France. This leaves roughly half the book. This seems to be a bit of a cheat.

September 01, 2009

No One Expects The Unexpected

From Amazing Spider-Man Annual #5,
Marvel Comics, 1968.
Am surprised to report I've received some monies for my reprint appearance in The Best of Abyss & Apex. vol. 1. That would be "Goddess," for those of you following along at home. It's not a ton o' cash, but it's certainly an auspicious start to the month. Woo, etc.

And yes, I've heard all about the House of Mouse buying the House of M. Should be innerestin' and all that, but what I'm more interested in is the Marvel Super Hero Squad coming to Cartoon Network in the fall. It's aimed at the 4 to 10 year old age bracket, which means I have a perfect excuse to watch it, thanks to a certain special someone. This is why people have kids, after all. I can just hear it now:

"Daddy, I want to watch Max and Ruby!"
"No, Ian, Daddy wants to watch Marvel Super Hero Squad."
"Max and Ruby!"
"Marvel Super Hero Squad!"
"Max and Ruby!"
"Marvel Super Hero Squad!"
(repeat until ending in tears, most likely on my part.)