Writing Subject

Something interesting happened today.

My co-worker is currently pursuing a masters degree in English. Most of his classes are either at night, on the weekends, or some kind of thesis thing. Occasionally, I get to work with him and talk about how annoying people are that come into the store. Sometimes discussions come in the for as to how he's a pescatarian and only eats fish meat. Apparently, it's more eco-friendly than eating real, grade-A American beef. He does miss bacon though.

Anyway, he told me today that he needed my help with something. For one of his classes, he has to write a paper on someone who is a writer. I thought it was funny. He said he didn't really know anyone who really writes. even knowing me, he still doesn't. In any case he is going to do it on me. He just has to figure out the questions or something to interview me about.

So, I guess I have to be the subject of new media journalism. That's a fancy term for people who write blogs and other internet ramblings. It's like saying "executive assistant" instead of "secretary".

There's the whole process of my writings. When I write. The space where I write. Topics. Style. Influences... what have you. Granted, I don't think I could be the subject of an accurate, 8-10 page paper. I am most assured that I can fake it.

Well, I thought it was interesting.

What have I been up to?

What have I been up to lately?

Not all that much really. Or, at the very least, not all that much that I would consider interesting. Well, I don't think it would be interesting enough for people to actually care about it.

First and foremost, I play World of Warcraft. It gives me something to do. I live a boring life and many of the people I know, that are near or around my age, have families or significant others at the the very lest. I have a computer.

Also, I haven't really been drinking much for 2 reasons. Well, there are probably more than 2 reasons, but I'll stick with that for now. One reason is that I have gout. Gout can get aggravated by alcohol and yeast (read: beer). Since, I know what the pain of gout can feel like, I want to avoid feeling it if I can help it. Two is that there is a lack of reason to drink. I don't drink alone, and typically only do it socially. Since, I have lacked in the whole social thing as of late, drinking has been reduced. A positive out of the situation is less money being spent, so more potentially saved.

What dips into the wallet is car problems. Now, I love my car. It has been better to me than it really needs to. It is just lately, there have been some I say "costly" repairs. Granted, hey are not the expensive repairs some people have to deal with like transmission or something going. Thousands of dollars are not leaving my bank account for this purpose. Still, I don't make a lot of coin, so when hundreds of dollars leave at once, it gets significant.

I work a lot too. If I am not doing that, I tend to be sleeping. Next week has me pulling a few days worth of working from open till close. My boss and one of the major coworkers are heading to a convention over the weekend, so I get to fill in the time. Being in a mall, my store has no chance of closing for even a little while. I will have some back up, but they cant be there all the time either.

On the entertainment front, I am trying to watch Angel when I can. It took me forever to finish up he first season. It was just losing me. Thankfully, it picked up at he end and made me want to watch the second season. I have all of the seasons from various sales over a few years. I still should finish Buffy as well.... and the fourth season of Dexter.

I will probably go into more depth with these topics at a later time, as well as the reasons I make up as to why I don't write. Well, that's all I got for now.

Back Issues

Boo. I should write more. At the moment, I am subtlety starving myself to have food as a reward for writing this. I got home from work about half an hour ago, and already mowed through some for the usual prattle of my internet reading.

I was working on back issues today. For those who don't know, back issues are old editions of comic books. Most of the ones in specialty shops have them in clear plastic bags with a white card board backing, to keep them from being bent. A lot of the times they vary in price from the original cover price to 5, 10, 100s of dollars more. The record for a single comic is somewhere around a million and a half, but that was for the first appearance of Superman.

Still, I was sorting and picking out all the extra ones we had doubles and triples, if not more, of in our current stock. I recently made a fairly through list of some of the more popular ones we were missing. That was an ordeal in and of itself.

The problem of a store's back issue bin, is organization. Granted Spider-Man should be with Spider-Man, but people turn into retards sometimes and just shove things wherever. That's a slight on retarded people. I apologize. Some of the mental deficient people that actually frequent my work are pretty good about putting things back where they belong. It's the mongoloids that can't spare two extra seconds of neuron traffic to put the comic where it's supposed to that annoy me.

Comics are typically arranged alpha/numerically. That's just a fancy way of saying alphabetically by title of the comic, and then with each title numerically by issue number. Every comic has an issue number corresponding to the sequence in which the comic was published. Just because the comic has a 63 on it, doesn't mean it was published in 1963, but rather, it is the 63rd issue of that series. There are 62 issues before it.

So, tonight consisted of reorganizing some of the different sections of the back issues. Making sure they were in the right order. Then removing some of the copies with which we had multiple. And finally, restocking the ones we were missing into the correct spots.

Handling old comics is fairly dirty. My hands felt like they were playing in mud after an hour or so. I like doing it though it makes me tired sometimes. I like looking at the old stuff. It makes me want to read some of the older storylines from my youth or earlier. It almost seems like sometimes, older comics still have a simple quality about them that just want a story. Today, a lot of the comics I see mainly focus on marketing and sales. I don't mind that a comic company wants to make money. I just want them to do it with quality stories, not gimmicks. I want to keep restocking the back issues because people are buying them because of how cool that one issue of something was, not because there are rumors that something about may be made into a movie.

And, for the record, that is not my collect at the top. I think I have more than that.

The Return... for like the umpteenth time

I was thinking of getting back to writing on this thing. I woke up today and thought it would be a good idea. Of course, I wake up many mornings and think the same thing. It just actually typed on this now though.

I received a nudge from a friend to get back to this "grind". Here I am attempting to put something up. In all seriousness, I just want to see if I still have the drive to do it. Also, I am at work currently, and trying to find something to do with my time that doesn't involve actual work. Take that gainful employment!

I am mainly waiting on two phone calls. One, to go over the transfer stuff from the other store. Basically that consists of what they have extra that I need, and what I have extra that they need. I was a bit unfair this week, and made an especially long list. The second call should hopefully take place after the first, an is with my DC Comics rep. Simply put, to order the stuff I need that the other store didn't have for me. It doesn't hurt that my call with DC is fun.

On an unfortunate note, in an effort to be a good worker, I avoided stopping to Wawa in order to make to work on time. Now, I am hungry. I'm usually not that hungry in the morning.

My damn coworker just showed with Wawa and made fun of me for blog. So, I am stopping now.

Halloween Funk (Not the George Clinton kind)

I should really be more depressed about this than I am. I haven't done anything on my list of things to do for October.

The costume I am wearing to my friend's party is recycled for a (number higher than 3) time. I don't know how many times I have actually worn it. I like wearing it though, and have definitely got my cost out of it. I don't want to say blatantly what it is, but if you have seen various pictures of me wearing he same thing on different Halloweens, it's that one.

I haven't even seen a hayride. I know they exist. There was a rumor, or a plan, to attend one. That sort of fell through. I'm not exactly sure how it dropped out from under me. I'm going to blame my lameness of covering for people at work as the excuse. Six day work weeks aren't fun. It kind of puts a damper on my whole desire to be festive. I did find out that one of my customers works for a near-by hayride. They actually stuck him in the corn-maze. He would fit in any attraction. He's bigger and taller than me. He pulls off the whole intimidating thing extremely well. I like to poke fun at his Scooby-Doo reading. I doubt it's for his wife.

I haven't even been remotely close to attending the PA Renn Faire. I've seen my friend, Paul, a couple times and he tells me about the shows. Once and a while, he busts out a photo of the event. I feel bad That I haven't been up there this year.

The zoo isn't even an option now. Animals are frightened of me. Maybe I'm projecting some negativity that they don't like or something. Still, no Lego exhibit and no new giraffe. No punching balloon and swaggering with peacocks. I'll have to be content to look longingly from my computer chair till next season.

I still don't even know how to get into Linvilla Orchards. No fresh pumpkins for me. I'll have to settle for buying them from a parking lot. I have made a couple out of clay for my store though. They are for a Halloween gaming event. I still have to paint a few of them.

Well, that's about it. I have a recycled costume for Saturday's party. I'm going to some shindig in Philly the following weekend. Well, at least, I am planning on going. I have no idea if I'm going to dress up for that or not.

Oh, and I didn't even make a mix for this year's Halloween. I'm am in quite the funk.