"Puppet wrangler? There weren't any puppets in this movie!" – Crow T. Robot
Anybody know of a decent indoor jogging track in Nassau County on Long Island that’s open to the public and free to use?
Nah, I figured it was a long shot, given my limited readership. I just didn’t much feel like running outside in this heat, but I need to start up with the exercising again.
Well, there’s another thing I’ll miss about State College. What’s that now, four things?
Trying to explain the Mall Climb in a job interview this morning, it occurred to me that maybe it’s the sort of thing that defies explanation.
I think this exchange pretty much sums up Seaguy, Grant Morrison‘s new 3-part comic:
“The moon’s an Egyptian tomb? And you’re its immortal Pharaoh pilot?”
“DHUUN”
“Okay, I’ll buy that.”
Weird piled atop weird.
Even though — or maybe because — there’s a possibility I might be moving again in less than a month, I’ve been going through a lot of my old stuff that’s been sitting here in New York all this time. Last week, specifically, I tried cataloguing all of my old (and new) comics. I guess I was hoping that after some ten years of buying them, I’d have a few comics were actually worth something. For the most part, though, they’re worth about what I paid for them.
I do have an issue of Spider-Man that’s apparently worth a couple hundred bucks, but for the most part what I have is just a need for more storage boxes.
Is this the right room for an argument? Apparently not. I just tried visiting Merriam-Webster online and got an error message. “No arguments in request,” it said. Well, no. There was really just a request in my request.
And anyway, that was never five minutes.