A Mother Of A Day

First of all, Happy Mother’s Day to all the good mothers out there, like my mother, and hell, even the bad mothers out there, like Shaft.
Shortly after getting up today I called my mother, only to be rushed off the phone and told that she would call me back, as my brother Brad had called first.
Once she called back we talked about the usual things, and had our standard Sunday conversation, one that goes very much like this:

My Mother: What are you doing today?
Me: Probably nothing.

It brought to mind something I just read yesterday.
Several years ago a company called Paradox Press (a division of DC Comics) began putting out a series of “Big Books” that contained all sorts of facts and stories about particular subjects, done in standard comic form by a variety of artists.
Some of them included The Big Book of Conspiracies, The Big Book of Death, The Big Book of Scandal, and, the one I was reading yesterday, The Big Book of Weirdos (sic).
One such weirdo was a British aristocrat who was famous for doing nothing.
In his whole life, he never really did anything. He even spent a significant portion of the last part of his life just lying in bed not doing anything.
I’ve already done a lot more than he ever did, but that may just be a function of my not being a wealthy aristocrat, but one passage of his story in particular stood out for me: The less he did, the less he wanted to do.
That pretty well sums it up. The more of my life that’s been spent not doing the things I never felt especially inclined to do, the more I’ve become disinclined to do things.
And one of those things I’m disinclined to do? Pursue this topic any further.
Yesterday I got my purchase agreement for the buy-back in the mail. I’ve got to sign it and get it notarized, and then within 180 the deal should, presumably, go through, and I will no longer own this place.
In the meantime I need to get cracking on finding a new place.
I asked Brian just how bad the “bad” areas of Leesburg are, and he said that for me, it probably wouldn’t be too bad. My car might get broken into, which would be a hassle, and I’m sure there’s probably a lot of noise and domestic disturbances going on, so overall it would probably be too irritating, but the thing is, the prices on places in the bad areas are pretty damned tempting.
Of course, so are some of the prices in places like Maryland and West Virginia, though I really don’t want to move further away from work now that work is going to be moving closer to where I am now.
(Right now I’ve got a Ninja Talker yammering in my ear. Somewhere in one of the buildings in the immediate area there is a girl in her teens or early twenties who talks like this? Having a conversation? On the phone? Her conversation is reverberating around the parking lot and coming in through my window and making it sound like she’s in the room with me, but I can’t spot where she actually is located. Not quite as irritating as the two birds who were apparently practicing their Vaudeville act right outside my window at 6:30 this morning.)
Yesterday at work was another slow day, and in addition to reading the aforementioned Big Book, I also borrowed Night at the Museum from Scott and watched it on my laptop.
It was pretty entertaining, though I have to say that I found it pretty unbelievable.
I mean, a smart, beautiful woman like Carla Gugino’s character who’s actually single? As if.
Speaking of smart, attractive women who aren’t single because this is the real world, the other day I caught a glimpse of the no longer mentioned (because she’s far too into sports, is married, and I almost never see her anymore) Flame Chick (so called because she had shoes and a jacket that featured embroidered flames on them) the other day and noted that she’s gotten some ink done on her arm.
It made me sigh, as she is one of the very few attractive women I’ve ever encountered at work, and so it was a shame that she’s so into sports (which just can’t help but be a deal-breaker...though there never would have been a “deal”to begin with because I’m Jon) and is no longer single (if she ever was when I saw her around).
Oh well.
(Ninja Talker seems to have wrapped things up, but New Dog is still pissed about having been left alone 6 hours ago and so is still barking about it. I will not miss this place when I move.)
It is, necessarily, kind of a slow news day today, so I will leave those of you – if there are any of you apart from Scott – who are interested in comics-related stuff with the following links to sites I’ve been spending a lot of time on lately.
First up is Polite Dissent, which is a blog maintained by a doctor and comics fan who often writes interesting examinations of the use of medicine in comics, among other things.
Next up is Comics Should Be Good, which actually seems to have moved here, and more specifically, the entries on Comic Urban Legends. Very entertaining stuff.
And for the rest of you, here’s a link to something totally unrelated to comics, but still entertaining (It’s possibly NSFW, depending on whether or not anyone is looking over your shoulder, and is not for the easily offended, but if you are easily offended you have no business being here in the first place, so piss of and go be offended somewhere else. Or don’t. What do I care? You’re a weirdo who has some sick need to seek out things that will shock your sensibilities and offend you so that you can get some kind of righteous indignation-based boner [or its female equivalent], so what you do or don’t do is of no concern to me, you uptight, wadded-panty freak.)