Pardon me if I'm all over the place, as you well know...it has been a while.

I first would like to thank the film talents of one Lucy Thai for aiding me in relaxing before I sat down to write this and read my comics hereafter.  She is a lovely, lovely booty-licious wonder.

So, 'sup?  Yeah, still single. Not dating.  All the candidates aren't really possible candidates so that limits things just slightly when you're liking one, two or even three people and none of them are liking you back. 

I am having lotsa fun these days though, I'll tell you that.  I mean, even if the fun isn't necessarily true fun the moment it is occuring.  Take this weekend for instance.

Pal Buzby and I hit Atlantic City to go and see legendary rockers Fleetwood Mac at Boardwalk Hall.  I'd gotten the tickets for free and since that was the case I decided to waste some dough and get a discounted room at Tropicana for the night since we'd likely be drinking and expending energy at the concert and running around.  Why drive home really late, ya know?

We were put up in the newer Havana Tower and I was a little excited since I'd been at Trop before and hadn't yet stayed in the new wing.  Hmmmmm. PRISON CELL!  The window began at six feet off the ground, so you really couldn't see out of it and the room itself seemed very much unlike a hotel room and more like a faux dirty apartment not at the shore.  Ok, we wouldn't be in there anyways all that much.

In our wanderings around the boardwalk we happened into a literal dollar store, with huge "dollar store" sign outside because I was thirsty.  As I was paying for the water some guy comes up to the cashier and asks him how much a hat inside the store costs...naturally, the employee replied "A DOLLAR."  Ugh.

We had an awesome and light sushi dinner up at Caesar's shops and I regrettably connot remember the place's name and I've eaten there at least twice now.  It is the first stop to one's right when they're getting off the escalator.

On the way back to the room to relax and clean up a little before the concert I stopped off at the "homemade" ice cream shop right at one of Trop's entrances and nabbed their lovely cupcake ice cream with an additional scoop of eggnogg. mmmmm!

It knocked me out while Heather got herself ready for the show.

Getting into Boardwalk Hall was something different.  The congestion rated "riot mob" status with no true lines or anything other than confused tons of people all looking to enter at the same time.  Shirts for the big Mac were outrageous. So much so that the dude selling them couldn't even understand what a women's babydoll T was $50, telling us that he hadn't sold a single one. 

I did manage to buy a shirt, though it looks more like a Penguins Stanley Cup shirt than a concert tour.  Maybe I'll have it on one time when ya see me.

The concert was awesome and Stevie Nicks is a total slice of vociferous heaven.  Oh how I love that woman's lungs and songs!  My only let down for the whole show was that Christie McVie has been retired and the band still sung a song or two that required her voice and no matter how much I adore Stevie...it just didn't sound right.

Besides that I couldn't be happier to have gotten to see such a hugely famous group that still manages to kick ass and sound incredible.

After the concert we decided to attempt to use this supposed free $25 that Trop gives out to newbies on their "rewards" card.  We got it charged a'la D&B's but alas, the card wouldn't give up the fake dollars to the slots we wanted to play.  Fuming, I decided that I'd now gamble regardless, putting a fiver into a video poker machine. BLAMMO! I won $120 and naturally, I cashed out while I was ahead.

Now 1 a.m. or so, we now were heading back to the room to use the other coupon the hotel had given us for a $25 room service comp.  Time went by and by.  I made three phone calls in the duration and that room service food we ordered around one managed to get to us at FOUR IN THE MORNING.  For added comedy, the wait person who brought it up genuinely thought he deserved some kind of tip, going as far as telling us at least twice that "tip was not included" in the bill.  We told him that was nice and sent him on his way.

Were that not bad enough...imagine laying down trying to sleep, only to hear some drunken slut outside your door on her cel phone.  It got to the point where I got up, looked out the door right at her and yelled "Jesus Christ, are you kidding me?"  This is awesome, lemme tell ya.

When I closed the door, I heard her tell whomever was on the phone with her that some really rude guy had just yelled at her.  hahahahaaha  It was a true bizarro world in Atlantic City! Horrid!

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Wizard Philly is this week. For all those who don't know, it is the lame-o version of a comic con here in Philadelphia that is put on by schlock-meister magazine hacks Wizard Magazine.  Yeah, I complain and go and that is because this is the only game in town all year in terms of "major" comic conventions.  That is a shameful notion.

I'll have some work with me, though I've got no idea who even would want to see it since I'm not selling the ownership rights to anything I'm creating.  That tends to be a deal killer, when people realize they can't rob you.

What I'd love to do is write for someone else and find THAT job at the con.  But again, no one is interested in someone who can write. Maybe it is me, but people ask and volunteer to read things and I'll tell them to give me their honest word upon finishing something...and I never hear about it again.  Same thing on some works I supposedly had with this or that artist.  Beginnings and then...nothing. 

How do people expect to actually make a living in this business if they can't finish anything?  I've got scripts and ideas a-plenty but nothing is going anywhere becuase I want to own my work.  I'm paying two, maybe three artists...an inker...a letterer and soon a colorist when one book is done.  This isn't easy but sure would be if I could get a gig writing a book for someone.  Gimmie a damned chance at least!  lol  I love rejection (see my relations for truth to that one).

Ok, I'm done whining.  Though I could continue on since my fridge has so much cheese in it to accompany...

I'll keep plugging away.  There just has to be a better, quicker, more fulfilling way to go about this stuff.  God bless the first person/company to give me a shot because they're really gonna get somethin' good.  Some of you know that to be very true and I thank those small packs of fans I've already got.
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There isn't enough hours in the day for my anymore and that is the main reason I'm not on this site as much as I used to be.  I don't have time for a lot of the web farting around.  With writing and doing fantasy baseball and now football and selling things on ebay and taking small trips here and there...how do I do all that I want to? 

Simple explanation is that I can't and it annoys me.  Give me 48 hours in a day and I'd love it!

Hmmmmm. I had more to say and I think all my comic and relation whining has mislead the rest of my brain. I know that I'm happy as hell my Pens won the Cup this year, especially at the expense of the Wings and their overly egotistic fanbase.  I watched most of the games (out sometimes so what can ya do) and never changed the channel no matter how badly they'd get scored on.  They're my boys for now and ever and I'm proud of those young bastards.

With that all said, I think I'll depart. No worries, I'll be writing another blog before the end of the week I'm sure.  Plus I need to update the main page here don't I?  It is terribly out-dated and I don't like being non-stylish.
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I wanna leave you with this in your head:  on this past Friday, 11 people I knew all lost their jobs at my place of business.  While it is the way business is run during bad financial times it sure doesn't make it suck any less.  It has made me question what I do that is so special that I was kept, a survivor on the island and holding that immunity idol. 

It really hits you, not seeing a lot of people you met somewhere and call friends.  Just can't take anything for granted in this life. Relations, jobs, hobbies...it all seems to be so...non-permanent.