Sunday
I was awakened by the phone this morning… at 09:13. And, by the time I answered, the caller had hung up. It was my father… so I called him back.

Dad: Good morning, what can I do for you?
Me: You called me.
Dad: (pause) I did?
Me: Yup.
Dad: I was trying to call Mr. Brooks (an associate of Dad’s). I thought that I looked at the number that came up… I guess I goofed.

It wasn’t a critical error, and these things do happen. So, after I talked to him, I went back to sleep. I called my mom and my uncle, later in the day, to catch up on the N.C. and N.Y. news fronts.

Baseball is good.
Jess and I had fun at the game. We had seats on the lower level, down the 3rd base line. We had hot dogs and lemonade. We watched baseball. It was cool. Just what a lazy summer Sunday afternoon should be like. The Stingers lost to the (Memphis) Redbirds, but it didn’t matter – the Stingers had already clinched a spot in the playoffs.

On the way to the game, I stopped at the comic shop to see if they had a copy of Fantastic Four (3rd series), #9. Since Talk of the Nation’s Neal Conan was in town and calling the game, I figured that I’d try to get the issue signed by him. Why would I want a talk radio host/reporter to sign my comic?

  1. “Just because…”
  2. He, or rather his 2-D counterpart, appears in the book. (He is a friend of Chris Claremont, who was writing the book at the time.)
  3. He suggested that issue to me in an email a couple of months ago. (I also have a couple of issues of Uncanny X-Men that he appeared in, when Claremont wrote that series.)
  4. He was in town and it seemed like a good opportunity.

But, the store was sold out. So… I will have to go through my collection at Dad’s and dig out my copy and send it to NPR.

After the game, we came home and basically did nothing. And it was good. I got my doses of Old Trek (Enterprise) and the Sisko Show. I even watched Stargate SG-1 to bat the cycle on getting my geek fix. Well, I did accomplish something: I uploaded the pictures from my camera to the PC, retouched them… and even managed to post the pics of Courtney, as intended.

Peace.