Compressed Noodles

My mind is a clusterfuck.

So much crap is jammed in there. It's like a train station that just had every departing train delayed. Constant movement without anyone going anywhere. I should ask for a refund.

All these thoughts and such swirl in my brain, trying to escape. They can't. I don't have the proper facilities to accommodate them. They fester and corrode my mind. They give me headaches.

I need an outlet. A proper place to vent. A time to blow off the steam that is my silence. I can't talk about my mind. It could hurt people. It could explode and potentially damage the property value of 3 square blocks, at the very least.

My brain hurts. Maybe sleep will help with that. If that fails, I guess it's time to resort to more drastic measures...like Advil.

St. Patty's aftermath

Well, St. Patty's Day has come and gone. Nothing to report on that front. I embarrassed my heritage and didn't consume any alcohol. As a matter of fact, I slept. I slept a lot. A horrible 3 hour nap. I shouldn't have rested that long. It served no purpose and made me an insomniac for the rest of the night.

Other than that, nothing else is important. I'm still doing the same boring shit on another boring day.

St. Patty's Day is coming

OK, so St. Patty's Day is coming up in a couple days. As of right this second, I have no real plans. I'm Irish, I should indulge in my heritage. Guiness should flow like the river, Styx. Maybe that's a bad example. Still, drinking should be commonplace for someone as young as me.

I should go out somewhere, but where exacly? I was offered to head into a town called, Media, to hit up a new Irish place. I'd like to take up the offer, but as of now, I have no way of getting there besides hopping on a couple different buses and geting there 3 hours after I leave home. This isn't really my favorite option.

Knowing me, I'll probably not do anything. If I get desperate enough for social contact and a requirement of bender, then I'll probably wonder down to the watering hole around the corner. There I will be in the presence of a handful of middle-aged winos looking to escape their present life by indulging themselves in fantasies created by a cruel, fermented god.

I'll think of something, I guess.

Y100 last 30 minutes

I came across the last 30 minutes of the Preston And Steve morning show of the now defunct Y100. Y100 was a local modern rock station in Philadelphia. On February 24th it was taken off the air. After an announcement that Preston and Steve were leaving for another station, Radio One, who owns Y100, decided that it was in their best intrests to switch formats to a hip-hop station. As of now, there is no modern rock station in Philadelphia.

This is the last 30-something minutes of the Preston and Steve show of their final broadcast for Y100.

http://www.phillytailgate.com/y100/preston_steve_y100_final30.mp3

I'm a Geeked-Out Fanboy

I am a geeked out fanboy.

I work in a comic book store, so it's already obvious that I am a geek. Still, I don't think I'm hardly as bad as some of the clientele I get in the store. In any case, I turned into a big geek today, at least for a little while.

Around noon or so, a guy can in looking to sell a collection. Apparently, his mother was a packrat and stored all kinds of things. He found a box of old comics in the attic, and didn't know what else to do with them. So, I gave him the typical speil. "Bring them in , in a box. Leave your name and number on the box. The owner will take a look at them when he gets the chance." Thankfully, the guy was a lot more receptive then most of the other people we tell that to. Most people are trying to sell a spawn #1, but want to be there when the owner looks at it so that he doesn't steal it or something. My boss has had to say, on more occasions than probably necessary, that his reputation isn't worth that kind of hassle. Also, if the person wanted to learn how to grade the books while my boss did it, then it would cost over $50 an hour. Time is money, and nothing is free.

In any case, I looked at the top comics in the box and noticed they were a couple Gold Key books, which are pretty cool. My boss usually likes those, so I left it at that. A little later on, my boss went through the collection, separating it into noteworthy things. Every so often, he puts a book on the side counter. I saw him do this a couple times, and get intrigued.

I walked over to see what they were. Lo and behold, there was an Amazing Spiderman #2. I've never seen that issue before. I've seen plenty of reprints and such, but not the actual thing I front of me. A couple neat books later, and down drops Avengers #4, the first appearance of the Silver Age captain America. Keep in mind that the Avengers book has a NM value of $2500 and the GD value of about $200. Still, I was afraid to touch them.

I was totally geeked out because when my boss sent me to put them in a bigger, better box, I couldn't do it. I got the box for the books, but didn't want to actually touch them because I didn't trust myself with handling them. I still haven't touched them.

I'm just a big dork. What else can I say?