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The Haul – March 27th, 2013

Again, I’m trending behind in my books, even despite a week off work.  Damn, I need another distraction.  Quick!  Look over here!!!

The Boy and his puppies (nevermind the foot in the corner...)
The Boy and his puppies (never mind the foot in the corner…)

I was on vacation last week, which has provided opportunities to do all the things that a 30 year-old married man with two children wants to do — go to Bed, Bath, and Beyond, Buy Buy Baby, Michael’s — you know, all the cool, hip places.  God, I depress myself to no end.

Anyway, I found this gem over at Michael’s while hunting in the party favor aisle (a personal favorite place to find cheap garbage).

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Great!  We like Green Lantern in the house, we like coloring things in the house — perfect match!  Let’s take a look at the provided markers…ARE YOU SERIOUS?  NO GREEN???

On an even more ridiculous note, baseball season is finally here and the Amazin’ Mets have taken the first 2 of 3 games, once again starting their season off on an exciting note which will eventually turn horribly flat.  As for my fantasy team, Ruins of Shea:

RoS Standings

What a hot mess.

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The Haul – February 27th, 2013

You know what time it is???

919fb33d76920b8Fantasy baseball season is almost here!!!  As a Mets fan, the regular baseball season is one of ups and downs, moments of true excitement, but ultimately?  Typically a disappointment.  Don’t get me wrong — I love my team and I will stand by them each game of every torture filled season, but the mess that is the New York Metropolitans is obviously out of my control.

Fantasy baseball, though — I really get to beat myself up when my team underperforms.  It’s a ton of fun, if not a ton of work, but it keeps me interested in the dregs of the mid-season collapse.  I’ve placed 2nd for the past 3 years running — I’m hoping to finally get that top spot this year.  (Of course I’ll keep you posted…)

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Gotta buy ’em all!

These are the new hotness in the house.  For the uninformed, these are Squinkies.  And Squishies.  And other trade names that are basically explaining the same thing.  Which are, in reality, Easily Chokable Small Plastic Globs In The Shapes Of Things That Young Children Would Most Definitely Want To Put In Their Mouths™.

The Boy is officially obsessed with these things.  We’ve got them in the shapes of characters of superheroes (Marvel and DC, we’re an equal opportunity home), Toy Story, A Bug’s Life, Star Wars, and some random animals.  He likes to stand them up, make them walk through his Sesame Street playset, and, of course, put them in a perfectly straight line.

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And how many times do you wash your hands in a day, Mr. Jacob?

Emma just likes to shove them in her mouth.  And give me a heart attack.

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The Haul – February 27th, 2013

You know what time it is???

919fb33d76920b8Fantasy baseball season is almost here!!!  As a Mets fan, the regular baseball season is one of ups and downs, moments of true excitement, but ultimately?  Typically a disappointment.  Don’t get me wrong — I love my team and I will stand by them each game of every torture filled season, but the mess that is the New York Metropolitans is obviously out of my control.

Fantasy baseball, though — I really get to beat myself up when my team underperforms.  It’s a ton of fun, if not a ton of work, but it keeps me interested in the dregs of the mid-season collapse.  I’ve placed 2nd for the past 3 years running — I’m hoping to finally get that top spot this year.  (Of course I’ll keep you posted…)

IMG_1962
Gotta buy ’em all!

These are the new hotness in the house.  For the uninformed, these are Squinkies.  And Squishies.  And other trade names that are basically explaining the same thing.  Which are, in reality, Easily Chokable Small Plastic Globs In The Shapes Of Things That Young Children Would Most Definitely Want To Put In Their Mouths™.

The Boy is officially obsessed with these things.  We’ve got them in the shapes of characters of superheroes (Marvel and DC, we’re an equal opportunity home), Toy Story, A Bug’s Life, Star Wars, and some random animals.  He likes to stand them up, make them walk through his Sesame Street playset, and, of course, put them in a perfectly straight line.

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And how many times do you wash your hands in a day, Mr. Jacob?

Emma just likes to shove them in her mouth.  And give me a heart attack.

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The Haul – January 16th and 23rd, 2013

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Forced into Marveldom by his father

Let’s start off this post with an adorable picture of The Boy.  Yes!  Relish in his cuteness!  Soak in that Spider-Man pajama suit!  Be distracted that I am behind two weeks!!!

The Jacob Trail: You may not die of dysentery, but you will have to memorize pony names
The Jacob Trail: You may not die of dysentery, but you will have to memorize pony names.

So, the first picture is obvious evidence that I’ve so far successfully brainwashed Jacob into becoming my comic protegee.  The Boy has really taken to his new role and is slowly amassing his own (and stealing my) superhero toys.  It’s even started to infuse into his reading habits.  Every night before bedtime, we read two stories — the routine since he was an infant.  Now that he’s picking out the stories himself, it’s been a pretty consistent 50% superheroics rate.  We’ve been into this one, an anthology book with about 10 or so different stories:

5 Minute Marvel StoriesWhich includes such great visuals for young minds, such as this one:

IMG_1793Looks like a great story, huh?  Classic Avengers (including, as Jacob calls him, the Huk) beating up on the obnoxious Namor, which in about 2 pages leads to the dramatic reveal of the frozen Captain America.  My kid?  Focusing on this panel:

IMG_1795To which my genius kid asks, “Daddy, where is that guy’s pants?”  I mean, if a 3 year old is questioning the validity of Namor’s fashion decisions, who am I to argue?

Oh, and so as not to show my obvious Marvel bias, he’s also learning about Batman and his rogue gallery, such as The Cat Lady (Catwoman), Two-Man (Two Face), and Crocodile (Killer Croc).  He’s getting there — give him another week.

The Joker and the Slightly Misnamed Gang "At A Picnic"
The Joker and the Slightly Misnamed Gang “At A Picnic”

Since it seems I’m blabbing a bit here, so I might as well go off on an even crazier tangent.  I need to vent on something that drives me absolutely crazy.  There’s no good place for me to do this but here, so if you don’t want to read the ramblings of a rabid lunatic, you can just skip ahead to the jump.

Plastic.  Clothing.  Tags.

Yes, those pieces of thin plastic that hold tags onto your clothing.  I don’t know if they have a better name — I really don’t care if they do.  All I know is that they are ALL OVER MY FREAKING HOUSE.  The floors, the couch, the table, floating weightless through the air — they are EVERYWHERE!!!  I haven’t bought new clothes in about a year, so I am EXTREMELY confident that they are not from me.  Dawn, the primary buyer of new clothes, and the kids, the primary wearer of said clothes, are my obvious archenemies.  Without fail, I’ll come across at least one piece a day.  I don’t think that there are even that many new clothes around to support this many tags!  There must be some, I don’t know, plastic clothing tag gremlin or something roaming the house in the dead of night, giggling and grinning while he (or she, hate to be gremlin-ist) plants them like crappy Afikomen at Passover (though both matzah and plastic have a similar flavor).

The evidence:

The Nightstand
The Nightstand
The Kitchen Mat
The Kitchen Mat
The Changing Table
The Changing Table

THEY ARE EVERYWHERE.  I AM LOSING MY MIND.

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The Haul – December 19th and 26th, 2012

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Courtesy of (AKA stolen from) Paul Layzell

MERRY CHRISTMAS, EVERYONE!!!  If Santa was really that cool, maybe even I’d get a tree?

We’re still recovering from holiday-time toy overload.  Holy Good God, the house is bursting with new toys (admittedly, not just for the kids — I got the Loki Break Out Lego set, amongst other comic related joys).  I always get a little frustrated, though, because with all the new stuff, all those old toys that we spend so much money on tend to get forgotten.  Thankfully though, The Boy is still very much into his ponies.

Lining up for the "gala", he says...
Lining up for the “gala”, he says…

On the work front, things have been very busy this past week.  Six months of straight service with no vacation time may have been a bad decision in retrospect.  I had to add two photos to my desk to cheer me up on those down days…

God knows I needed that positive life affirmation...
God knows I needed that positive life affirmation…

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The Haul – November 21st

DON’T CALL IT A COMEBACK!  I’ve been here for years!   Well, actually much less than a year total, but let’s not split hairs…

Look who’s still here!  Yes, by no demand whatsoever, The Weekly Haul is determined to survive!  So, since I know that you’re all on the edge of your seats and don’t have time for cute pictures of my kids:

or Thanksgiving:

or what I’ve been up to in the break:

let’s get right to it!

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The Catchup Haul – Ultimate Comics and Marvel

So, it’s definitely getting harder and harder to keep up with the weekly books.  I’ll have more witty things to say and cute pictures to post next time, but let’s just get right into this thing.

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The Haul – August 15th, 2012

It’s been a very busy few weeks at home and at work, so my regular updates had to take a back seat for the past two comic book store trips.  I’m not going to backtrack and talk about those weeks (boo hoo, I know) for the sake of time, but never fear!  There’s this week’s floppy-covered wonders of joy to talk about!

All the activity at home has really stemmed from the continuing rearrangement of the house and who calls which room theirs.  Jacob is finally in his brand new room upstairs (the old office) and, even though I hate the trips up and down the stairs to put him to bed, he’s really enjoying all the space.

Fresh paint + New carpet + Bashing my head against the non-dormered wall more times than I care to admit = Jacob’s “Big Boy” Room
Jacob’s Reading Nook/Office

The office (formerly The Boy’s bedroom) has now, under the gracious advisement of my beautiful and wonderful wife, has been transformed into a great place to showcase my overwhelming addiction that I need professional help for comic collection.  Gone is the poop-colored brown that covered the lower half of the walls (what an accidentally dumb choice that was), replaced with a soothing grey (yes, spelled as in Jean — even my spelling has been influenced by comics).  In all honesty, this too was an accident, although a fortunate one this time.  The original plan was to paint the entire room, destroying all traces of a little boy who once slept there (cue: wife’s tears) — a light grey above the chair rail and a dark grey below.  I started with the dark grey after spackling the nail holes in the upper part of the walls and found myself stumbling into a really nice, soothing color combination.  Dark grey and blue-green it is!

Oh, a little tour, you say?  I’m really exposing my comic-ness, here.  Sure…

Where all the (non-)work happens…

Here’s my lovely Ikea desk that Dawn and I have had since we “furnished” our old apartment.  Sure, it’s just a large piece of wood (term used loosely with Ikea furniture) on four legs, but it’s MY piece of wood on four legs.  Above the desk is my Age of Apocalypse poster, which was the inciting event (1994) that really started me into regularly reading and collecting comics, and my Colossus original art by Dave Cockrum (RIP), a piece that was given to me by my old camp counselor and current comic editor, Jeff Newelt.  What a good guy, huh?  (Bet he forgot all about that…)  On the desk?  Currently it’s covered with Things To Hang ©, which grows and grows; Dawn and I have come to an agreement to not figuratively wallpaper the walls with stuff, so I’m trying to edit down the collection of art and posters.  This is obviously a difficult task.

Moving right along…

Again, I’m trying to keep the walls on the more open and airy side at the request of my wife.  If I was left to my own devices, I tend to fill up most floor and wall space with stuff — open spaces are unnerving to me.  But that’s why I live in New York, right?

Trade Paperback Central

I love this piece of furniture; it really ended up being a great way to have books out on display, plus a place to have out some fun stuff on top, which currently include some superhero Lego sets, Marvel/DC Matryoshka dolls, my Homestar Runner PVC figures, a bunch of X-Men metal figures/Kubriks, and my Jewish comic star Heroclix:

Yes, I know that Scarlet Witch and Quicksilver are not TECHNICALLY Jewish, but heritage counts for something, no?

I’ve got a place for sci-fi and comic-related novels and such, plus the ever present and necessary medical bookshelves:

Including Magneto-Rowlf

Of course, I’ve also got a place for all my single issues, which were last seen (in my last post) sitting in the middle of the living room.  Now, most of the boxes are in the office closet, camouflaged behind my brand-new in house Michael Craft Store.

I get the room; she gets the closet. That’s partnership.

Have I mentioned Cuddle Me Crochet recently???

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The Haul – July 25th, 2012

They’re taking over the house!!!

That is a current photo of the living room.  Our nice Pier One chair (which doubles as Jacob’s “naughty spot”) that I worked tirelessly to attain, now buried with comics odds and ends.  Twelve long boxes, four short boxes, and some towering piles of issues yet to be sorted.  It’s fun for me to see all my “floppies” in one place (all the trades and hardbacks are on the opposite site of the room); my wife is about $3.99 away from having an aneurysm explode in her brain.

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The Haul – July 11th, 2012

Now that I’ve started fellowship, my work days are lasting a bit longer and getting to the comic shop on Wednesday before they close isn’t always a sure deal.  Ultimately, it’s not a problem for picking up new books; my LCS is fairly decent with ordering and things won’t typically sell out if I get there by the weekend.  This past week, I got there on Thursday.  And guess who I got to avoid while I picked out my books?

I Am More Knowledgeable Than You Nerd.

IAMKTYN is the bane of my existence at the shop.  He’s in his early 20s or so.  He doesn’t really work there, but he obviously likes to think that he’s vital to the operation.  He’ll work the register happily (for no pay) when the desk guy needs to get some lunch, smoke a cigarette, or run home to “use the bathroom”.  But, what his primary job is, outside of attempting to grow his pathetic depressing moustache, of course, is to bother the living crap out of me.

Accurate representation of lip coverage.

The typical conversation that he ambushes people with (and he really does come out of nowhere) goes somewhat like this:

“Uh, hey!  So, you read [fill in title of book here]?”

Typically, the book in question is something completely random.  Every now and again, he’ll take a look at the last thing I’ve picked up and find some loose thread to mention another book, but he doesn’t use that much thought process usually.

“Yes.”

Okay, I’ll play along.  Sure, I read that book, why not.  Of course, I’ve tried the alternate answer too, but it doesn’t get me out of this conversation any quicker.

“Oh.  Well, do you read [other title of other usually random book]?”

The “oh”, if you’ve mentally read that with a twinge of disappointment in your inner voice, you’re reading it right.  So I’ve obviously disappointed him by reading something else.  It’s funny, you’d think that the guy wants to talk about something fun or interesting in a title that we both read, a moment that we could share and discuss and debate.  Nope.  It’s a moment for him to find a discordant moment, a book that he knows about and that I’m not reading.

“Yes.”

In your f-ing face, pube-stache.

This goes on for about 3-4 round robins, ultimately ending in me inching far enough away that IAMKTYN moves on to weaker prey.  I’m not a proponent of nerd-on-nerd hatred (number two internet crime, for sure), but this guy just drives me freaking nuts.

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