Oh, Economy, how could you do such a thing?
Anyway, it's nice to have some free time again.
The sleeping in until 2 PM thing will also be nice, at least for a couple of days.
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
Thursday, March 18, 2010
Sunday, March 14, 2010
Dear DC Direct, #2
More toy requests:
The Eradicator:
And what the hell, a re-sculpt of the Return of Superman version would be nice, too:
Speaking of re-sculpts, Steel is well overdue for one:
Just please not in Jon Bogdonave's style.
It would be nice to see The Ray get a good toy, with a design amalgam of these two:
I know we're likely to get a new Guy Gardner as Green Lantern toy with Wave 9 or 10 of Blackest Night, but since nothing's been announced, here's an official request:
A total re-scale/resculpt of the Birds of Prey set (Oracle, Huntress, Black Canary) with the costumes featured below (but add Black Canary's mini-jacket) is in order with the upcoming relaunch, and toss in Lady Blackbird from the last request:
A re-scaleing of Hook Hand Aquaman would be freaking cool, too. And maybe this time don't release it in just a box set with a bunch of crappy sculpts of figures previously released:
And how about a Supergirl who isn't almost naked? Like this (with a longer skirt and bike shorts underneath):
NOT like this:
And that's all I can think of at the moment. There will be more requests later.
The Eradicator:
And what the hell, a re-sculpt of the Return of Superman version would be nice, too:
Speaking of re-sculpts, Steel is well overdue for one:
Just please not in Jon Bogdonave's style.
It would be nice to see The Ray get a good toy, with a design amalgam of these two:
I know we're likely to get a new Guy Gardner as Green Lantern toy with Wave 9 or 10 of Blackest Night, but since nothing's been announced, here's an official request:
A total re-scale/resculpt of the Birds of Prey set (Oracle, Huntress, Black Canary) with the costumes featured below (but add Black Canary's mini-jacket) is in order with the upcoming relaunch, and toss in Lady Blackbird from the last request:
A re-scaleing of Hook Hand Aquaman would be freaking cool, too. And maybe this time don't release it in just a box set with a bunch of crappy sculpts of figures previously released:And how about a Supergirl who isn't almost naked? Like this (with a longer skirt and bike shorts underneath):
NOT like this:
And that's all I can think of at the moment. There will be more requests later.
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Moving
The plan was to move in with Jillian (btw, that's what she prefers, not "Jill". Always learning) in July when my lease expires. Due to economic & sanity reasons (seriously, only seeing each other on the weekends is rough), the timetable has been moved up to early/mid-April.
Every weekday that we're both free after work, I'll bring stuff over. Weekends will mostly be multiple trips back and forth, and at the end, hiring movers for the furniture.
Help with the weekend transfers will be greatly appreciated/needed.
"But Jeff, you both have so many comics/books/DVDs/CDs/toys. While it is a spacious 1 bedroom apartment, where will you fit all of it?"
We're going to build wall to wall, floor to ceiling shelves in the living room. Whatever is left over can fit in the bedroom.
In the mean time, we are trying to purge stuff to make the most of the space. There are four closets in Jillian's apartment, all filled to the rafters. I'll need at least one, maybe 1.25 of them.
This is going to be an interesting experience.
Every weekday that we're both free after work, I'll bring stuff over. Weekends will mostly be multiple trips back and forth, and at the end, hiring movers for the furniture.
Help with the weekend transfers will be greatly appreciated/needed.
"But Jeff, you both have so many comics/books/DVDs/CDs/toys. While it is a spacious 1 bedroom apartment, where will you fit all of it?"
We're going to build wall to wall, floor to ceiling shelves in the living room. Whatever is left over can fit in the bedroom.
In the mean time, we are trying to purge stuff to make the most of the space. There are four closets in Jillian's apartment, all filled to the rafters. I'll need at least one, maybe 1.25 of them.
This is going to be an interesting experience.
Sunday, February 14, 2010
Jumpy Laptop Cursor?
At the last Sequential Salon, a lot of people were complaing about how the cursor on their laptop would jump from one spot to another. While using Jill's netbook, I had the same experience, and decided to find a solution.
Start Menu > Control Panel > Mouse
"But I'm not using a mouse, I'm using a touch pad" you say.
Trust the fuckhead.
On the window that pops up, select the Device Settings tab. Look for a Settings or Properties button. Make the touchpad less sensitive. If there is a PalmCheck feature, set it to maximum. Disable the Pinch and Momentum options. That should do it, but look at all the other little tweaks you can make in case the ones I mentioned don't correspond to your particular setup.
I hope this works for you. If not, maybe it'll set you on the right path.
Start Menu > Control Panel > Mouse
"But I'm not using a mouse, I'm using a touch pad" you say.
Trust the fuckhead.
On the window that pops up, select the Device Settings tab. Look for a Settings or Properties button. Make the touchpad less sensitive. If there is a PalmCheck feature, set it to maximum. Disable the Pinch and Momentum options. That should do it, but look at all the other little tweaks you can make in case the ones I mentioned don't correspond to your particular setup.
I hope this works for you. If not, maybe it'll set you on the right path.
Sunday, February 07, 2010
Goodbye, Sivvie
Jill has had Sivvie, a grey tabby/calico mix, since kittenhood. She wasn't a fun cat, in my experience. Very much like Bucky in the comic strip Get Fuzzy. She didn't like to be touched, except on the top of her head and around her mouth. If you walked within 20 feet of her, she'd hiss at you. If you walked past her, your ankles would bleed mysteriously.
She did love the laser pointer, though. That was an instant hit.
She loved climbing up the couch in the most inconvenient way possible: up the side, where laptop computers and wine glasses and knitting projects were placed. And if you tried to clear the path for her, teeth, claws and blood were in your future.
Despite all that, Sivvie seemed to like me better than most people. And that's not counting the weekend she was in heat and demanded attention from me. Even though she hated me, I still loved her.
About two weeks ago, she lost her appetite, and was congested. She stopped moving around as much, and way less vocal (she talked A LOT). Jill got worried, but took it in stride. Last weekend we started to force feed her, but she lost so much weight that her bones were sticking out. She got stronger, but not better.
We brought her to the animal hospital on 6th Avenue & Union Street in Brooklyn on Saturday. Just by feeling her, the doctor knew it was very bad. The x-rays showed that her entire abdomen was full of fluid. You couldn't see any of her organs through it. The doctor left us alone for a while. Sivvie seemed to be aware of and accepted what was going on, and started to purr. Jill held Sivvie, and I held Jill while she decided what to do.
She decided that it's a quality of life issue for Sivvie. Any sort of treatment would just be prolonging the inevitable, and most of that time would be painful.
The doctor came in and gave Sivvie a powerful sedative. We cried, said our goodbyes and I love yous, and held her as it slowly took effect, purring all the while. She eventually fell asleep. We left the room, and the doctor administered the second drug.
Jill should get the ashes within the week.
She did love the laser pointer, though. That was an instant hit.
She loved climbing up the couch in the most inconvenient way possible: up the side, where laptop computers and wine glasses and knitting projects were placed. And if you tried to clear the path for her, teeth, claws and blood were in your future.
Despite all that, Sivvie seemed to like me better than most people. And that's not counting the weekend she was in heat and demanded attention from me. Even though she hated me, I still loved her.
About two weeks ago, she lost her appetite, and was congested. She stopped moving around as much, and way less vocal (she talked A LOT). Jill got worried, but took it in stride. Last weekend we started to force feed her, but she lost so much weight that her bones were sticking out. She got stronger, but not better.
We brought her to the animal hospital on 6th Avenue & Union Street in Brooklyn on Saturday. Just by feeling her, the doctor knew it was very bad. The x-rays showed that her entire abdomen was full of fluid. You couldn't see any of her organs through it. The doctor left us alone for a while. Sivvie seemed to be aware of and accepted what was going on, and started to purr. Jill held Sivvie, and I held Jill while she decided what to do.
She decided that it's a quality of life issue for Sivvie. Any sort of treatment would just be prolonging the inevitable, and most of that time would be painful.
The doctor came in and gave Sivvie a powerful sedative. We cried, said our goodbyes and I love yous, and held her as it slowly took effect, purring all the while. She eventually fell asleep. We left the room, and the doctor administered the second drug.
Jill should get the ashes within the week.
Monday, February 01, 2010
Sunday, January 10, 2010
Quick, what's the number for 911?
I had a nice weekend planned. Jill was coming over, and I had three new recipes I know she'd like. Her palette is more savory than mine, and I'm not much a foodie unless it's a dessert. Things were going quite well. We fell asleep around 2:30 AM on Sunday.
I woke up around 8:30 with the worst pain I've ever felt, in my lower left abdomen - automatically ruled out appendicitis. I sat on the toilet for a few minutes just in case, and looked for a local hospital that would accept my insurance. After that success, I woke up a hung-over Jill, told her what was happening, and called for an ambulance.
We were dropped off in the emergency room at Mount Sinai here in Astoria. And we waited.
And we waited.
And got pushed around to triage.
And we waited.
And I dry-heaved.
And we waited.
And I was crying in pain and dehydration.
And we waited.
And I dry-heaved a few more times.
And we waited.
And we waited.
I got looked over, given an IV drip, with drugs for nausea, and two doses of sweet, sweet morphine. The first had no effect, the second was bliss. It cut the pain in half (yay!) and made me woozy & sleepy. I called my parents while the second dose kicked in. It seemed like the right thing to do.
And we waited.
And we waited.
I got wheeled over to the CaT scan lab, and Jill went to get something to eat so she didn't pass out from low blood sugar.
And I waited.
I'd never had a CaT scan before. There's a lot of holding your breath involved. The second time through, I couldn't hold it long enough. It didn't screw anything up, but I was worried I'd have to do it again. But I didn't, so I was wheeled into the hall.
And I waited.
Then I was wheeled into the ICU. Jill was there sipping coffee.
And we waited for the results.
And we waited.
And we waited.
The doctor finally came in with prescriptions and a diagnosis: a three-millimeter kidney stone. I was soon discharged, though still woozy from the sweet, sweet morphine, which I'd never had before today.
I absolutely understand why people would abuse morphine.
Anyway, we went across the street, got the prescriptions filled. Jill had gone to get cash to a cab while I waited for the drugs. Then there was a rumblin' in my tummy, and dry-heaved yet again. The pharmacist was kind enough to let me use the bathroom as I felt it coming up. The placed closed up, and I waited for Jill outside. We called for a car, and we were home by 4:30.
Called my folks to let them know the story, and found out my dad is smoking again. Within the past week or so.
I took some drugs, and fell asleep. My own snoring woke me up a couple of times, but was up for good at 8:30. I slowly hydrated, shook off the wooziness, and took one of the pain killers.
I feel good now, but I'm dreading the moment when the stone passes through.
I woke up around 8:30 with the worst pain I've ever felt, in my lower left abdomen - automatically ruled out appendicitis. I sat on the toilet for a few minutes just in case, and looked for a local hospital that would accept my insurance. After that success, I woke up a hung-over Jill, told her what was happening, and called for an ambulance.
We were dropped off in the emergency room at Mount Sinai here in Astoria. And we waited.
And we waited.
And got pushed around to triage.
And we waited.
And I dry-heaved.
And we waited.
And I was crying in pain and dehydration.
And we waited.
And I dry-heaved a few more times.
And we waited.
And we waited.
I got looked over, given an IV drip, with drugs for nausea, and two doses of sweet, sweet morphine. The first had no effect, the second was bliss. It cut the pain in half (yay!) and made me woozy & sleepy. I called my parents while the second dose kicked in. It seemed like the right thing to do.
And we waited.
And we waited.
I got wheeled over to the CaT scan lab, and Jill went to get something to eat so she didn't pass out from low blood sugar.
And I waited.
I'd never had a CaT scan before. There's a lot of holding your breath involved. The second time through, I couldn't hold it long enough. It didn't screw anything up, but I was worried I'd have to do it again. But I didn't, so I was wheeled into the hall.
And I waited.
Then I was wheeled into the ICU. Jill was there sipping coffee.
And we waited for the results.
And we waited.
And we waited.
The doctor finally came in with prescriptions and a diagnosis: a three-millimeter kidney stone. I was soon discharged, though still woozy from the sweet, sweet morphine, which I'd never had before today.
I absolutely understand why people would abuse morphine.
Anyway, we went across the street, got the prescriptions filled. Jill had gone to get cash to a cab while I waited for the drugs. Then there was a rumblin' in my tummy, and dry-heaved yet again. The pharmacist was kind enough to let me use the bathroom as I felt it coming up. The placed closed up, and I waited for Jill outside. We called for a car, and we were home by 4:30.
Called my folks to let them know the story, and found out my dad is smoking again. Within the past week or so.
I took some drugs, and fell asleep. My own snoring woke me up a couple of times, but was up for good at 8:30. I slowly hydrated, shook off the wooziness, and took one of the pain killers.
I feel good now, but I'm dreading the moment when the stone passes through.
Tuesday, January 05, 2010
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Dear DC Direct:
Please make toys of the following characters/designs:
Lady Blackhawk, most recently revived by the awesome Gail Simone in her run of Birds of Prey:
Power Girl, from the JLI/JLE years of the 90s:
Zauriel, from Grant Morrison's run on JLA:
Prometheus, also from Grant Morrison's JLA run:
Connor Hawke as Green Arrow, who had the simple misfortune of writers not knowing what to do with him:
Black Lighting, of the woefully short run of the 90s:
And Aztek, an excellent character with a very cool design:
PS - All your sculpts, especially the female characters, are too damn leggy. See All-Star Super-Lois. Good grief.
Dear DC Comics:
George Perez, Jim Aparo, Jim Lee, John Byrne, and Ed Benes are shitty, shitty, shitty costume designers. It wouldn't kill you to give Black Canary her Gary Frank/Greg Land costume design back, nor Huntress her circa-No Man's Land costume back, either. There's a reason besides rarity that the Birds of Prey toy set is selling for $300+ on eBay. And please put the green back in Robin's costume. It just looks dull, flat, and dead.
Lady Blackhawk, most recently revived by the awesome Gail Simone in her run of Birds of Prey:
Power Girl, from the JLI/JLE years of the 90s:
Zauriel, from Grant Morrison's run on JLA:
Prometheus, also from Grant Morrison's JLA run:
Connor Hawke as Green Arrow, who had the simple misfortune of writers not knowing what to do with him:
Black Lighting, of the woefully short run of the 90s:
And Aztek, an excellent character with a very cool design:
PS - All your sculpts, especially the female characters, are too damn leggy. See All-Star Super-Lois. Good grief.
Dear DC Comics:
George Perez, Jim Aparo, Jim Lee, John Byrne, and Ed Benes are shitty, shitty, shitty costume designers. It wouldn't kill you to give Black Canary her Gary Frank/Greg Land costume design back, nor Huntress her circa-No Man's Land costume back, either. There's a reason besides rarity that the Birds of Prey toy set is selling for $300+ on eBay. And please put the green back in Robin's costume. It just looks dull, flat, and dead.
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