SIM, SIM, SALABIM

I've been thinking. I'm long overdue for a catchphrase.

I'm reading comics again. This time it's the Marvel Civil War series and the corresponding story arcs in their respective series. It's cool because, just like DC's Kingdom Come, it easily reintroduced me to the superheroes I followed when I was a kid and it also introduced me to either new characters or characters I simply never paid any attention to.

This also means I've been spending some time in Joker's Child. I've been there three times this week after having been there three times in fifteen years. When you spend money there you get gift certificates. I spent my first set of certificates on an 18 inch tall Hellboy figure which is prominently displayed in my office. I went back and picked up an 18 inch figure of Marv from Sin City and a 15 inch limited edition statue of the Incredible Hulk. Hellboy, Marv, and the Hulk are my boys you know. All I need now is The Thing from The Fantastic Four and Beast from X-Men and I'm set with all the comic characters I most easily relate to. It's funny when I was a kid my favorites were The Flash, Wolverine, and Batman and Superman. Guys I was obviously nothing like. I remember Hulk and The Thing from when I was real little. They were these big tough totally out of place guys. Hulk had this rage and Thing had this sense of humor and to me they were the greatest fictional characters ever. I was slow so I wanted to be fast like The Flash, I was proper so I wanted to be crude like Wolverine but I connected with Hulk and The Thing because I felt I was like them in a lot of ways. Hellboy and Marv came later, but it worked the same way. Marv was born in the wrong time, and Hellboy shouldn't have been born at all. Might as well call them my brothers in cause.

I'm still trying to learn another language. Or at least a little of one. I'm working on Russian right now. It's not going all that well. I haven't been able to practice much this week. So next week I'll have to try extra hard. I'm playing the new WWE video game which makes me think about how much I liked wrestling when I was a little kid, and how stupid I think it is now...even though its not that different. I haven't been writing much lately. Can't even seem to get started on the new version of my talk for Antioch, but that's for a long list of reasons I don't want to get into right now. I saw Juno the other night, and it was great. Still haven't seen No Country For Old Men (thought the book was good though), or There Will Be Blood (it's a tough sell getting anyone to go to a movie that sounds like a b-horror film but is really about turn of the century oil workers), or Sweeney Todd (though the cousins were supposed to call me to go see that one). Cloverfield comes out tonight. I don't really want to see it, but I am curious. So who knows.

I'm also wondering what happened to someone I was looking forward to seeing again. Wondering how so many people could disappear all at once. And hoping that they are all ok. Wherever they are.

So anyway. I'm tired and beat up and off track in the best sort of way. But it's not so bad. In fact it's pretty damn good. And it could be even better.

So who knows.

Actually...I do.