I Want You To...Want To Do Stuff

Me: Should I draw?
Also Me: Nah.
Me: Why not?
Also Me: You don't really want to.
Me: Yeah, I guess I'm right.
Me: Should I write a blog entry?
Also Me: Nope.
Me: I don't want to?
Also Me: You've - or rather, I've - got it.
Me: Well, what do I want to do?
Also Me: I don't know, sleep?
Me: No, I did that already.
Also Me: Well then don't do anything.
Me: I've got to do something.
Also Me: Like what?
Me: I don't know. Something. There's got to be something I want to do.
Also Me: Hmm...nope.
Me: I don't want to do anything?
Also Me: Well, you- I- whoever - want to want to do stuff. Does that count?
Me: I don't think so.
Also Me: Ah, but do I care?
Me: Well, I want to care, or rather, I want to want to care...

Clubs That Will have Me As A Member

First of all, happy birthday to Scott, who today joins the mid-thirties club.
I have to say, as far as clubs go, it's not all that great.
Still, I can't really recommend that he follow my example and quit that club in order to join the late-thirties club, as it pretty much blows as well.
A few weeks back I saw a shirt with this image of the women of the DC Universe on it...



...and bought it for Scott as one of his birthday presents.
I needed to get him something else, but couldn't decide on what it should be, so the other day I gave him the option of letting me buy him X-Men Origins: Wolverine on Blu-ray, or to meet me at the comic shop on Wednesday to pick out some trades or a statue or something.
I gave him this option with the caveat that I needed to stop at the comic shop on Wednesday anyway to pick up some more bags and boards.
So he opted for the comic shop, and decided on the trade collections of The Sinestro Corps War, as he'd heard good things about it from many people (myself included).
While we were there I picked up my pile of comics for the week and 600 bags and boards, which we stuffed during Riff Trax night.
I still have a full longbox worth of comics to bag and board, as well as several small stacks.
I don't actually have enough boxes for them all, but I'm not inclined to buy more, as I plan to eventually replace all of my standard longboxes with these.
There are actually rather a lot of comics in the piles that aren't in great shape and probably aren't worth preserving. I don't know if I'm going to just toss them, or if I'll follow the suggestion of Dr. Scott of Polite Dissent and give them away - along with candy - to tirck-or-treaters on Halloween.
On the one hand, I might be able to help hook another generation on comics, but on the other hand, throwing them away is easier.
Well, physically easier. Emotionally...well, it's hard to part with things that you love.
Other than that not much has been going on. Working, not getting enough sleep, choking on rage while stuck in traffic, etc.

Sometimes I Surprise Myself

Friday evening as I was moving some of my newly-purchased tools out to the toolshed my neighbors were in their yard setting up patio furniture and greeted me through the fence.
We talked for a bit and they asked if I had plans for the 4rh. I confessed that I did not, and they told me that they were having a barbecue and that I was welcome to join them.
Surprisingly enough, come Saturday afternoon, I did.
Even more surprising was how sociable I was, having conversations with multiple people, and sticking around for several hours before throwing out the "stuff to do" line and excusing myself.
As is always the case, I was sort of the odd man out, as I fell somewhere in between the primary age groups of the people there.
I didn't do much today beyond going grocery shopping. I didn't exactly fill up the refrigerator, but there's a lot more stuff in it now. The freezer is actually pretty full, though.
Other than that I've been making some half-hearted attempts at drawing, but just haven't been feeling it, and some half-assed attempts at straightening up the house a bit.
And now I've made a quarter-assed attempt at posting a blog entry.