Another Potpourri of Ponderings.
I don’t have enough to say about any one thing to make a properly-sized blog entry, so that means it’s time for another collection of small thoughts and musings! Here are some bite-sized blog entries, each just big enough to need the others to make a full read:
We have ants in our house again, and I hate killing them. I know it’s necessary. You can’t live with them in your home. But… dammit, ants are awesome. They’re super smart and their colonies are societies in miniature. I’ve taught my son to respect and appreciate insects, as have the kids’ shows he watches, so when he sees a bug in the house he gets excited. He says “hi” to the occasional spider or moth that strays into our home, and we work together to move them back outside. But ants in the house are a different matter. He discovered our recent outbreak, marveling at them and saying hello as they scurried about. I told him I was going to “help the ants go home” and sent him to another room while I went about squishing the ones I could find, hating every moment of it.
Have I mentioned I’m more than a little obsessed with Mortal Kombat 11? Because I’m more than a little obsessed. I’m not very good, nor do I play against other players, but as someone who’s been enamored with the series since I saw the original arcade game back in the 90s, it’s a great salute to its own history. The amount of references to the movie, which I unironically adore, are a nice touch. Can’t wait for Shang Tsung to become available, too.
We got put on the Waiting List for this year’s New York Comic Con. We got into the show last year, and I thought (perhaps naively) that having attended the previous year would boost our chances of getting in again. Apparently not. Getting Waist-Listed is nothing new, even after a seventeen-year career in independent comics, so it’s something I ought to be accustomed to. Ought to be, but not. It still stings, even after all this time. Oh well. It’s part of the job. Maybe next year… or maybe the Wait List will actually come through.
I’m turning 40 in a month. Holy crap.
Thanks to her work schedule, my wife has been unable to come with me to the gym for several months. Her schedule has recently changed, however, and she’s been able to join me again. It’s amazing what a difference it makes, to me, to just have her there. Ideally, I’d love to have her work out alongside me, but she doesn’t always enjoy that. Even just knowing she’s in the adjacent women-only section makes me happy. I guess I’m madly in love with her and really like having her near me, even when I can’t see her. Or maybe I like checking out her butt in workout pants. Maybe both. I’ll never tell.
Next week is my son’s last week of preschool before summer vacation. My precious daytime is going away. I’m going to spend an entire summer figuring out how to entertain a four-year-old. I love spending time with my son. I treasure it more than anything. But he’s getting eager for new adventures and experiences, growing bigger and bigger every day, and wants me to keep up with his seemingly limitless energy supply. I, on the other hand, am turning 40 in a month. It’s going to be an interesting summer.