…and that brings us to Friday.

I’m hoping that today’s weather wasn’t just God and Mother Nature playing a cruel April Fool’s Day joke on us. It was a sunny, blue sky day. And it was warm. Warm enough that you wouldn’t know that just days ago it had just snowed. Amazing.

I had a nice end to the work week: As I was leaving the office, one of the gentlemen with whom I work said: “Nice week that you put in.” Wow. I wasn’t expecting that, but it definitely put a smile on my face. And the fact that he said it in front of one of the higher-ups (and the guy who interviewed me) didn’t hurt, either. I think that I’m going to like it here.

After work, I tooled around with for a bit. I even fed comic book and plastic crack addictions. Just a little bit. Among the ‘clix, the stand-outs were: Rocket Red (veteran), Jessie Quick (veteran) and Green Lantern (experienced). Yeah, it’s Hal “I’m-not-as-dead-as-I-used-to-be” Jordan and not John Stewart, but he’s still a GL. That’s fine with me. I found a few issues of The Legion (v4), too. I think that I’m going to try for a full run of that series. But, I digress. During our excursion, we went to one of the local Savers stores. There, I saw what had to be one of the most dichotomous – and amusing – things that I’ve seen in a long time: A Roto-Rooter coffee mug. Yep. It put an entirely new spin on: “This coffee tastes like shit!” It amused me so much that I took a picture of it. (Picture link to be added later… when the %(#*$# thing makes it from my phone to my email account.) We saw a few other odd items, like something that looked a shag carpet rendition of a southwestern desert scene, some horrible furniture… and some old albums. Yeah, those things that people listened to before CDs and cassettes and 8-track tapes.

After that, it was off to meet with the Unholy Order of the Clitorati, which tonight had a small turn-out. But, as usual, it was good to get together with friends and unwind from the week. I read a few comics, glanced over a few magazines and did the City Weekly crossword. (, it took me a little longer than usual to finish because a few of the clues didn’t sink in at first.) From there it was on to dinner at Cheers: North. 80s music, not-quite-but-close-to TMI and Corona. Selah.

Stray Toasters

  • Considering what time it is now and what time I got up this morning, it’s little wonder that I’m tired.
  • Slot Furniture
  • I like David Bowie’s Absolute Beginners.
    Find it.
    Listen to it.
    Judge for yourself.

  • Of the April Fool’s Day jokes that I saw today, water found on Mars has to be my favorite.
  • Mark Waid.
  • Peter Gabriel’s Sledgehammer came on while we were at dinner. Maybe it’s me, but I can think of about eleventy-billion things that are more romantic than telling someone “I want to be your sledgehammer.” That doesn’t stop the song from being catchy, though. And it had a pretty cool stop-motion video, too.
  • “I blame you for being my friend.”

  • I think that I may spend some time tomorrow setting up ‘Nine as a dual-monitor system.

That’s it. I’m beat.

Namaste.