Listening to NPR, and a phrase jumped out at me:

“Women shouldn’t have to choose between bladder control and cognitive function!”

…err…yes. I agree. Thank you. (Dear god!)

Best review of Nurk yet — made a 9 year old stop playing video games until he finished it.

Seriously, I can’t ask for much more than that…

All this, AND I have a Nerds Rope!

Today was pure, unadulterated awesome.

Schlepped out to Burlington to sit in the back of the comic shop in 80 degree weather, and you know, I had a blast. I knew it was gonna be good when I strolled up to the cast of costumed characters out front, and Darth Vader promptly said “Hi!” and stuck out a hand in my direction. I waited politely to make sure he wasn’t going for a Force Choke, then shook his hand. He thanked me for coming out.

I don’t remember the Dark Lord ofthe Sith having such a pronounced southern drawl, but it cracked ME up, anyway.

Once inside, wedged between the dark minds behind Sinister Bedfellows and Cemetary Blues, I was kept in hysterics all afternoon. Sales weren’t anything significant, but it paid for gas, and the shop is wanting to carry Blackbeard’s Rugged Tampons stuff (and to that end, I have a photo being sent to me of Wonder Woman, wearing a Blackbeard t-shirt and giving the thumbs up. Now THAT’s an endorsement…)

As I was headed out to my car to leave–I was parked next to a shipping container–I stumbled over Batman and the Joker smoking cigarettes together behind the container. It’s little moments like that that just make your day.

Then it was back to Durham, to go see Iron Man with a man that I am all kinds of stupidly in love with, and his kids, who are pretty entertaining in their own right.

Iron Man. Dude. AWESOME MOVIE. Dude. Incredibly fun, arguably one of the best superhero flicks I’ve seen. Enjoyed it immensely, recommend it highly if you like big ‘splody things with, y’know, bullets and flamethrowers and stuff. (If you want a tender, sensitive exploration of complex human emotion, I suspect you may have wandered into the wrong blog, and I apologize for the confusion…)

The high point, however, may have been

when, at the scene after the end credits, Samuel L Jackson walks out wearing an eyepatch, and a guy down the row begins screaming “OH MY GOD, IT’S NICK FURY! NO FUCKING WAY!” (Yes, it was Nick Fury, and god, yes, the coolness!–but the sound of an audible geekgasm was hysterical.)

And then, back home, where I have cold root beer, NPR, a reasonably good book, and an evening I intend to spend lounging around on the couch doing nothing much in particular, with attendant cats.

Oh. And the Southpoint Barnes & Noble had three copies of Nurk. (YES, I looked. I am WEAK.)

Just a reminder, gang–I’ll be out in Burlington, at Hero’s Haven, for Free Comic Book Day from 11-3 today. Come on by, get some free swag (I have free miniprints!) buy some art…heck, if you’ve got a copy of Nurk, I will happily sign it, AND gibber, because it’ll be the first time anybody’s shown up with a copy to get signed before…*grin*

Life amazes me.

I mean life in general, not my life. Well, my life amazes me too, but for a rather different value of “amazement”–my mother told me once that if my life was a book, she’d put it down for being overly contrived. (It doesn’t look quite as weird from the inside, I assure you, although every now and again…)

But anyway, life amazes me. The duck pond in my apartment complex is about as insignificant a chunk of ecosystem as can be imagined. It’s mostly home to Canada geese, duckweed, and mosquito larvae, with the occasional manky mallard hybrid and the ubiquitous red-eared slider turtles that inhabit any wet space in the southern United States.

It gets littered in, there’s a dead bike and an even deader tire in it, it soaks up all the run-off from anything they dump on the lawn…it’s completely unpristine, completely unprotected, mostly uncared for, and generally insignificant. It’s in the middle of an aging apartment complex that’s solid working-class-Hispanic, with the occasional vague-eyed artist chick wandering around to provide some local eccentric color. There are half a hundred like it elsewhere in the Triangle. It isn’t a fiftieth of the size of Shelley Lake (itself not the most notable body of water) and it’s…pretty much nothin’.

So far on this pond, I’ve seen overwintering mergansers and lesser scaups, kingfishers, herons, one brief egret, and today, with the heating making tiny slimy mudflats congeal around the edge of the water, I startled a solitary AND a spotted sandpiper. I’ve seen grey foxes trotting around the edges. There is a large rabbit grazing under my birdfeeder.

Urban wildlife is tough stuff. It amazes me.

State of the Swamp

Barring explosions, the taxman print run will be done tomorrow.

My extreme gratitude to everyone for their patience–the printer held up, but the supplies did not. I think I bought up every scrap of r1800 ink in the greater Triangle area. Staples stopped promising overnight delivery and started backlogging it. Still, assuming they drop off the last cartridge of yellow tomorrow, I should finish out the run.

Did NOT expect it to take that long, but at least it’s nearly done. Then it’ll be my mailing place’s problem.

Adding to the general chaos, I was up until 3 AM last night with Kevin, working on the website.* Exhausted in the morning. Heh. (Why is it that I can drink until dawn and be awake four hours later in fine fettle, but I stay up until three working and sleep until eleven, and I can barely move? And is the lesson to learn here “Don’t sleep so much” or “Drink heavily while working?”) Still, that was the big push on the site–a few more tweaks, and it should be ready for the general public.

Annnnd, just to add to the joy, my first draft of “Dragonbreath” was due at Penguin today. I got it in a day early, but that’s been contributing to frazzlement all around….

*While there are plenty of ways I’d like to keep the man up all night,  fooling with CMS is pretty far down the list.