Mood: Reflective
Listening To: Hallelujah by Rufus Wainwright
I'm new to this blogging thing, so don't expect me to be timely or even terribly relevant.
My oldest daughter is in preschool now. All those cliches you hear about how old it makes you feel on their first day of school? Yeah, they're true. It really does seem like just the other day we were brining her home, fresh and pink from the hospital. And it made me really realize that I'm getting older, too. It really is funny how time can fly like that.
She loves school, though. She loves playing with the other kids and doing all the classroom activities. She gets into the truck at the end of her day just bursting to tell me about all her adventures. It's just too cute for words. And I can't help but be proud of the wonderful girl she's becoming.
Shannon, my wife, is going clubbing tonight with some of our neighbors. Girls night out. I hope she has fun. Lord knows she needs it after being stuck in Iraq for a year. It's great to have her back, let me tell you. I was afraid that being deployed would change her or make her hard, but it hasn't. We just picked up right where we left off, and things are great between us. I'm so glad I've got her in my life, let alone as my wife. She is truly the most amazing person I've ever known.
Okay, I'm sure you're probably gagging on the feelgood right about now, so moving on.
Been reading quite a few comics lately. I hadn't been to a comic shop in literally years, when I stopped into the local shop the other day. All the books I used to read make little-to-no sense to me anymore, and I struggled to understand what I found so appaealling about them in the first place. All the mutant and X-books, while pretty to look at, are cerebral mush (altought Marvel's Civil War is a fairly interesting read). I've decided to take a chance on some new stuff.
Conan is both beautifully illustrated and fantastically written. Very good stuff that I highly reccomend. Dusty Starr seems like it has potential to be a great series, which is saying a lot as I usually don't care for western-themed books. Dynamite's Red Sonja is tragedy on pulp, but not because of it's literal content. Rather, it's for lack thereof. It's illustration is sublime, but the writing is godawful. The plots are so thin they make Calista Flockhart jealous. It's a horrible waste of what has potential to be a fantastic character.
Well, I've prattled on long enough. I'd promise not to be so boring next time, but I'd be lying. If you made it this far, congratulations, and thanks for reading.
Listening To: Hallelujah by Rufus Wainwright
I'm new to this blogging thing, so don't expect me to be timely or even terribly relevant.
My oldest daughter is in preschool now. All those cliches you hear about how old it makes you feel on their first day of school? Yeah, they're true. It really does seem like just the other day we were brining her home, fresh and pink from the hospital. And it made me really realize that I'm getting older, too. It really is funny how time can fly like that.
She loves school, though. She loves playing with the other kids and doing all the classroom activities. She gets into the truck at the end of her day just bursting to tell me about all her adventures. It's just too cute for words. And I can't help but be proud of the wonderful girl she's becoming.
Shannon, my wife, is going clubbing tonight with some of our neighbors. Girls night out. I hope she has fun. Lord knows she needs it after being stuck in Iraq for a year. It's great to have her back, let me tell you. I was afraid that being deployed would change her or make her hard, but it hasn't. We just picked up right where we left off, and things are great between us. I'm so glad I've got her in my life, let alone as my wife. She is truly the most amazing person I've ever known.
Okay, I'm sure you're probably gagging on the feelgood right about now, so moving on.
Been reading quite a few comics lately. I hadn't been to a comic shop in literally years, when I stopped into the local shop the other day. All the books I used to read make little-to-no sense to me anymore, and I struggled to understand what I found so appaealling about them in the first place. All the mutant and X-books, while pretty to look at, are cerebral mush (altought Marvel's Civil War is a fairly interesting read). I've decided to take a chance on some new stuff.
Conan is both beautifully illustrated and fantastically written. Very good stuff that I highly reccomend. Dusty Starr seems like it has potential to be a great series, which is saying a lot as I usually don't care for western-themed books. Dynamite's Red Sonja is tragedy on pulp, but not because of it's literal content. Rather, it's for lack thereof. It's illustration is sublime, but the writing is godawful. The plots are so thin they make Calista Flockhart jealous. It's a horrible waste of what has potential to be a fantastic character.
Well, I've prattled on long enough. I'd promise not to be so boring next time, but I'd be lying. If you made it this far, congratulations, and thanks for reading.
VIEW 4 of 4 COMMENTS
phoenixgirl:
Thanx for wanting to be friends...you and your wife are both hotties!! 
phoenixgirl:
shut up, you are hot. 