This is from The Avengers #164, October 1977, one of the very first superhero comics I can remember reading (but not the very first; that would be Spectacular Spider-Man #7, the June issue). I don't remember if I bought it or Paul did, as if it matters. We each got a dollar allowance every Friday, and every Friday we'd make Dad drive us to Ray's Corner, a local convenience store in a concrete shack that sold RC Cola and Moon Pies, and yes, had a spinning rack of comics. We'd each get three, read them and then trade. A handy thing, siblings.

As far as I'm concerned, this little exchange sums up the essence of all superhero action: there's some semi-witty banter, then one character punches another so hard they fly off into the distance. Hopefully they'll do some of that in the new Hulk movie.

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I have been keeping up with the writing, I promise. Although I've not reported in a while, the numbers are 173 (Monday), 119 (Tuesday), 891 (Wednesday - Go Elmo Baggins!), and 123 last night. So, I've stumbled but not fallen. Yay, not falling.

I also have a rejection to report, my second of the year: 87 day no from Flytrap.

(A figure covered in red curly hair appears. It's Elmo!)

ELMO:
Hi! Elmo Baggins is so happy to see you! And so is Samwise! Isn't that right, Samwise?

(Elmo looks at a hobbit sitting on a stool nearby. Elmo laughs)

ELMO:
Can you guess what Elmo Baggins is thinking about?

(Loud thump at door. Elmo turns and opens door. Through it the Eye of Mordor appears.)

EYE:
I see you!

ELMO:
Eeep! (Slams door)

ELMO:
That's right! Elmo Baggins is thinking about the Ring! You know, the Ring!

(Video montage: Sauron battling the Five Armies, Isildur losing ring in the river, Bilbo picking up ring)

ELMO:
Samwise has a question! What is it, Samwise? (Listens to hobbit) Samwise is wondering, how do you destroy the ring? Ooh, good question, Samwise! Let's ask Mr. Noodle.

(goes to Shade, which raises. Beyond can be seen a man in grey robes with a beard, hat, and staff. He waves to Elmo.)

ELMO:
Oh, look, everybody! It's Mr. Noodle's brother, Mr. Gandalf! (waves) Hi, Mr. Gandalf! Mr. Gandalf, Samwise has a question. How would you destroy the ring?

(Mr. Gandalf destroys a banana, a nightstand, and a bell before finally realizing what Elmo means. He draws a picture of a volcano and a stick figure throwing the ring inside.)

ELMO:
Thank you, Mr. Gandalf! (suddenly turns to Samwise) What's that, Samwise? (nods) Samwise wants to ask somebody else.

(A series of interviews with small children)
FIRST CHILD:
Samwise, I would tie the ring to a large rock and shoot it into the volcano with a catapult.
SECOND CHILD:
Samwise, I would give the ring to a giant eagle and have them drop the ring into the volcano.
THIRD CHILD:
Samwise, I would give the ring to Tom Bombadil.

ELMO:
Thanks, everybody! And now, Elmo Baggins will ask a baby!
(approaches baby)
Baby, how would you destroy the ring?
(gives ring to baby, who throws it on the floor)
Hahahaha! Thank you, baby!

ELMO:
And now, how many Nazgul are hunting the ring? Let's count them and see!
(A series of black figures on flying reptiles fly across the room. Elmo ducks and counts as they go past)
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine! Nine Nazgul!
(A single figure, skulking along, creeps across the room)
Oh! And one Gollum!

ELMO:
That makes Elmo Baggins wonder: who can use the ring? Let's find out!
(Elmo goes to his table. He pulls on the drawer a few times before it suddenly opens and out flies a picture. A picture of a birthday cake with the ring around a candle appears)
ELMO:
Can a birthday cake use the ring?
(The ring disappears)
CHORUS:
No!
(A picture of a school bus appears, with the ring hanging from the rearview mirror)
ELMO:
Can a school bus use the ring?
(The ring disappears)
CHORUS:
No!
(A picture of Bormoir appears, wearing the ring. Boromir is grinning)
ELMO:
Can Boromir use the ring?
(Boromir turns into a ringwraith)
CHORUS:
No!
(picture rolls up and goes back into the drawer)

ELMO:
Thank you, Drawer. Elmo Baggins still wants to learn more about the ring. How can Elmo Baggins do that?
(A large palantir rolls into the room and bumps him)
Oh, that's a great idea! Elmo Baggins can watch the Ring Channel on TV! Turn on, TV!

(a cartoon eye appears, staring out)
EYE:
Welcome to the Ring Channel, where we're always looking out for you. And now, here's Mandy, with a song about the ring!

(a cartoon figure of a woman in floral tights appears)
WOMAN:
Hello, everybody!
(music plays)
Three Rings for the Elven-kings under the sky,
Seven for the Dwarf-lords in their halls of stone,
Nine for Mortal Men doomed to die,
One for the Dark Lord on his dark throne
In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie!
One Ring to rule them all, One Ring to find them,
One Ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them
In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lieeee!

(cartoon eye reappears)
EYE:
Coming up next on the Ring Channel, our movie of the week, The Invisible Hobbit.

(palantir turns off)

ELMO:
Thank you, TV! Elmo Baggins still wants to learn more about the ring. How can Elmo Baggins learn more?

(a knock at the door. Elmo goes and opens the door. There stands Gollum).

GOLLUM:
Would you like to talk to Gollum about his precious?

ELMO:
Oh, yeah! Elmo Baggins would love to talk to Gollum! What's it like, losing the ring?

GOLLUM:
THIEF! THIEF! WE HATES IT FOREVER!
(attacks Elmo, who, with the help of Samwise, manages to beat Gollum back out through the door)

ELMO:
Phew! Now it's time to sing the Ring song!
(pulls up a piano and begins playing the tune of Jingle Bells. Door opens and Gollum reappears)

GOLLUM:
Gollum loves the Preciouses song! Can Gollum sing too?

ELMO:
Oh, all right.

ALL SING:
Ring ring ring! Ring ring ring! Ring ring ring!
Do do do dah! Do duh duh daaah!
Thaaat's! Middle! Earth!

ELMO:
Say goodbye, Samwise!
(Samwise waves)
Say goodbye, Gollum!

GOLLUM:
THIEF! WE HATES THE BAGGINSES!
(Elmo and Samwise throw Gollum back out the door)

ELMO:
Goodbye, everybody! Elmo Baggins loves you!

Been feeling like the crap all week, but y'know, I'd been getting by. Did 113 words Friday night, and 131 tonight, but nada on Saturday. 77 days into this, and I blow it.

I am highly annoyed with myself.

Ouch.

Not actually sure when I'll get to see Iron Man. And so, I'll admit, I actually bought and read the official movie novelization by Peter David. Pretty good read. If you don't know who Peter David is, he's the guy who wrote "The Death of Jean DeWolff" story arc in Spectacular Spider-Man way back when. If you still don't know who he is, well. Hm. He's a writer. He writes stuff.

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212 words last night. Yay, words.

Reading: Excelsior! The Amazing Life of Stan Lee, by Stan Lee and George Mair.

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Stupid cold. Or allergies. Coldergies, Lisa called them. She is so wise.

Still with the words. 124 tonight, 114 last night, 124 Monday, 306 Sunday, and this reportage may be tedious to some, but I really don't give a crap. Suffer, readers!

Reading: Tales to Astonish, by Ronin Ro. All about Jack Kirby & Stan Lee.

And in this corner: the greatest fighter from the greatest generation and packed with more steroids than Jose Canseco, Mark McGuire and Barry Bonds combined, it's...CAPTAIN AMERICA!

USA! USA! USA!

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103 words last night. I've discovered that, if I know what I'm going to write about, I can pull that outta me in a single breath.

(if I don't know, well...)

Update: And 166 for tonight. Yay.

In a related note, 414 words for today (and 138 for yesterday, but you don't get to see those words anytime soon).

In response to this, we spent Sunday doing laundry. Nice, peaceful laundry.

Of course, laundry hates to be thought of as boring. So when I pulled a wad of wet clothes out of the dryer on one load, a piece of crayon felt out of the pocket of a shirt of mine. Nothing quite like the threat of melted colorful wax on your nice work clothes to get your attention. Remember, kids. Always check your pockets. Always.

Wordage: 187 Saturday, 253 Sunday, and 218 today.

And remember, folks, always bet on Bahlactus.

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129 words yesterday, 180 today. They're not my best, but they are in English.

Reading: Still Little, Big. But also Batman: The Dailies, 1943-1946, by Bob Kane. Because, y'know, who doesn't love Batman?

Grumble, grumble.

On the bright side, 184 words Monday + 176 words Tuesday + 303 words tonight = One finished story, weighing in at roughly 2,600 word, and one pleased writer.

Good. Now I can go to bed.

On the bright side, as far as things to look forward to go, we got a pair of tickets to see Jon Stewart in our local venue next month (a date! out! on a Saturday night!). We're quite pleased, although we're not quite sure what Mr. Stewart will be doing to earn his fee. Possibly reading from the local phone book. That's always good for a laugh.

Many words have been written in the last week. For those of you counting along, that would be:

• Monday: 128
• Tuesday: 137
• Wednesday: 179
• Thursday: 200ish, on a completely different story that I don't have on hand. Honest!
• Friday: 157
• Saturday: 245
• Sunday: 167

Reading: After finishing the lovely T.A. Pratt's lovely Poison Sleep (excellent! gimme the next one already!), I'm now starting on John Crowley's Little, Big.

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Reading: Just finished Charlatan: America's Most Dangerous Huckster, the Man Who Pursued Him, and the Age of Flimflam, by Pope Brock and have just started Poison Sleep, by the one and only T. A. Pratt.

169 words Saturday, 145 Sunday.