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Happy Friday, folks. Whoops, forgot, still Thursday for you non-vampire day shifters. God, I love 3rd shift! Weeks go by so quick. Just sipping a ‘morning’ espresso, waiting for my kid to get home from school, trying not to think about long flowing locks of day shift strawberry blonde...

See there, s’what I’m kinda talkin about. Or, to flip-flop what you said, a possible bad relationship could (and probably would) ruin a damn good job. As ol Tony Soprano used to say, I don’t $#!* where I eat. Been down that road a time or two, ain’t in no hurry to try such foolishness again...

Whew! Helluva coupla weeks. Lotta stuff goin on in Muskville, tell yez. Anyhoo, main thing is got my teenage son living with me full time now, so that’s cool. My new job (which I love) just made me full time and gave me more $ (hell a’yuh!). But...doggone if there ain’t a certain strawberry...

So I’m ankle deep in Kirby’s complete run of Fantastic 4, diggin it the most, when a sinister, cackling delivery man sped by and tossed me a tightly bound package—from a publisher name of Russ Cochran. Ah, good old Russ, been a dear friend and book dealer to me since before my teen years, and if...

Essential Fantastic Four vols. 1 - 5. Got em fer peanuts. Reprints the entire run up to issue 110, including every damn issue Jack Kirby ever did. Gonna take the whole journey, starting from the beginning—at the dawn of Marvel’s Silver Age. Ladies and gentlemen, it’s officially clobberin’ time...

Merrily We Live (1938). Two words: Constance Bennett. A screwy comedy also featuring bubbleheaded Billie Burke (good witch Glenda). A rare novelty for me in that I share a first name with the leading man/male love interest—hearing Connie speak my name (sometimes in that euphoric, breathless tone...

What? No love for Guy Fawks Day?

So I get back from Doc Yankmolar to find a heavily bound parcel in the postbox. Got so many books in transit it’s a surprise when I tear the package open to find... Wait for it... Airboy Archives vol. 1, written by Chuck Dixon, art by Tim Truman, Stan Woch, Tom Yeats. This is some seriously...

Status report, i.e. tooth—to wit: still have the damn thing. Doc said he could keep shootin numb sauce into it all day and it still be just too painful to pull. After a single preliminary fingertip tap, I was inclined to agree. So its antibiotics for a week, and a measly handful of weak...

Been buying obscure (cool) t-shirts off’n thet big cyber river runs thru the interwebs, do yuh. Mary Shelley, Linda Ronstadt, Simon & Kirby’s Fighting American (oh dear god so cool), old school Gojira (for th’ boy, do yuz). Kinda developin into a habit. (Or do yuh say An Habit? Tell ya, that...

Well, just woke up (3rd shift vampire sleep schedule, ya’unnerstan), dumped one sip of coffee on the tooth, immediately said, “aw HELL no”. Called my mouth croaker, got my appt. bumped up to tomorrow morning. Damn tootin. So...until then I be suckin on aspirins like Skoal Bandits.

Man, I was gonna get a tooth pulled, but my usual dentist can’t get me in till Monday. There are other dentists— less painful, gentler docs than the ol Saloon Barber/horseshoer I use, but none as cheap. He’s got good a pulling arm, too, but not for writing, if ya catch my drift. Jerky old sadist...

What about ol Nottie? Not—Nadine? Ain’t seen her around. She didn’t get herself in trouble here, did She? Hope not.

The Primrose Path (1940) Shall We Dance? (1937) Professional Sweetheart (1933) All Ginger Rogers flicks, damn straight. Comedy, drama, dancing, she was a class act, and could do it all—backwards and in high heels. Huh? Do I ever watch new stuff? Err...well, I’ve got The Walking Dead set to...

Gosh, I don’t mean to be grim, but here’s a random thought that has occurred to me in light of a recent news snippet that thoroughly ticked me off last night, to wit: If my son, god forbid, we’re to be killed by a school bully, I seriously think I’d go Death Wish Charles Bronson/The...

Aw shucks, Thankee Sai, Golightly. Long days, pleasant nights, and may ye break your every fast at Tiffany’s.

Indeed. I have the same requirement. If you don’t like Monty Python, we can’t be friends. Anyhoo: Kissin’ Kaiju (released as It Happened at Mount Fuji in the USA) , A.I.P/Toho, (1966) Elvis stars as singing test pilot Rocky O’Riley, sent to Japan to fly an experimental supersonic spacecraft...

Whoops, did I say vol. 4? Meant vol. 3. Volume four is still on the way. My bad.

Diggin some Essential Captain America vol. 4. How the Cap and Falcon bromance began. When Cap went all Easy Rider and cycled across the USA (and can’t find it anywhere, man). Reunited with ‘Bucky’? And we find out how the fifties Cap went nuts and became a racist psycho. Plus, the Skull, Modoc...

Hrm. Fair enough, but don’t be surprised if some night I break into your house and help myself to some beans—straight out the can.