babies!

The granddaughter is here, so it’s Christmas joy for all, and no joy for editing.

Target: 1400 words
Written: 1318 words, novel: Bad Neighbours

Read: Soon I Will Be Invincible, Austin Grossman
Comics: Fables 79-80, Jack Of Fables 29-30
Music: Why Does The Sun Shine?, They Might Be Giants (because granddaughter)

night market

A thoroughly enjoyable evening, after last night’s thoroughly enjoyable oyster bar.

Followed tomorrow, probably, by thoroughly enjoyable heartburn.

My scale is crying.

Why would a man eat an entire buffalo chicken and blue cheese pizza to himself?

What could possess him?

Devil’s work, if you ask me.

But don’t. The shame won’t allow me to answer.

Target: 1400 words
Written: 3020 words, novel: Bad Neighbours

Read: Complete Poetical Works, Edgar Allan Poe
Comics: Fables 24-27
Music: White Crosses, Against Me! (one of the best)

happy birthday, brother

Thanks for inviting us.

Oh wait, you didn’t.

Still, it’s cool. I guess.

Enjoy being an old man. The rest of us are only getting younger.

Target: 1400 words
Written: 1457 words, novel: Bad Neighbours

Read: The Never-Ending Present, Michael Barclay
Comics: Bloodstrike 29-30, Youngblood v5 73-74
Music: When In Rome, When In Rome (how did this get in my playlist?)

happy birthday, father

Usually, we do this somewhere southern, but hey, Texas is fucking out.

Hopefully, the best birthday gift will come today, in Trump’s sudden downfall.

Target: 1400 words
Written: 1117 words, novel: Bad Neighbours

Read: The Never-Ending Present, Michael Barclay
Comics: Bloodstrike 27-28, Youngblood v5 71-72
Music: When I Was Born For The 7th Time, Cornershop (featuring one of the catchiest tunes in 90s alternative history, but also, one of the catchiest tunes that carries on WAY TOO FUCKING LONG)

remember, remembrance

I’ll be honest. I grew up on tales of World War II. My grandfather was in the army, although he didn’t talk about it a ton.

He did tell me a story I turned into a book for a project in public school; years later, I’d find it and discover he’d related the Great Escape. He was proud of his deployment though; I believe he was a medic. He still had his uniform folded and pressed in the attic, along with a number of commendations, letters from my grandmother and pictures of him in gear.

I should probably look into that.

Anyway, thanks, Grandad, for either punching Nazis or healing the ones that did, whichever it was.

I’m sorry we’ve let them come back into power. I am ashamed for us.

We will do better, I promise.

At least, I will. I can’t make any promises for these other assholes.

Target: 1400 words
Written: 2203 words, novel: Bad Neighbours

Read: The Picture Of Dorian Gray, Oscar Wilde
Comics: Youngblood Imperial 1, Youngblood v4 1-3
Music: Wheatus, Wheatus (fuck, earworm - it's going to get me days to get rid of Teenage Dirtbag)

how proper can we get

How precious? How far are we willing to sacrifice our happiness to hypocrisy, cruelty or outrage?

How many concessions must we make to others’ feelings?

Is there a limit to empathy? Is there a limit to courtesy?

Sometimes, joking about farts or shit or cum or dicks and boobs is just fun.

What happens when we live for the microaggression, so we can live for our offense? So we can satisfy the dragon of outrage?

Or should the focus be on live and let live, taking a stand when it truly matters, like ICE or concentration camps or the oppression of the minority vote?

Sometimes, a U-turn is strategic, not sexist. That’s all I have to say about that.

Target: 1400 words
Written: 1275 words, novel: Bad Neighbours

Read: The Faded Sun: Kesrith, C.J. Cherryh
Comics: Bloodpool 2, Riptide 1, Youngblood v2 1, Chapel v2 3
Music: The Weirdness, The Stooges (yikes, downhill, guys)

regular programming

Whatever that is, we’re back to it. It’s weird how the kid lashes out a bit when we’re leaving. We have such a good time, and then, when it’s time for it to be over, the big feelings come and since we’re not quite old enough to know how to deal with that yet, we get a little passive-aggressive (or aggressive-aggressive) and push away.

Do we ever get old enough to know how to deal with people letting us down?

I wish I could be there forever, but alas, there are jobs and money and houses and pets and parents who would lose their shit if we were around twenty-four-seven.

We might lose our shit a little as well.

In any case, it has been a blessing to be around this kid, and I’m so glad we get that opportunity, even if it doesn’t come up for nearly long enough.

Target: 1400 words
Written: 634 words, novel: Bad Neighbours

Read: The Faded Sun: Kesrith, C.J. Cherryh
Comics: Violator Vs. Badrock 4, Bloodstrike Assassin 3, Bloodpool 1, Chapel v2 2
Music: Weird Tales Of The Ramones (Discs 1-3), The Ramones

laboured day

Housework, father-in-law’s birthday, a long time in the sun.

Yeah. Fun day, but still. Too much.

Too much sun.

Target: 1300 words
Written: 225 words, novel: Bad Neighbours

Read: Solar Lottery, Philip K. Dick
Comics: Tomb Raider Journeys 7-8, Tomb Raider 25, Tomb Raider: Scarface's Treasure 1
Music: Exogenesis: Symphony, Muse