I Made it Back.

The following is from the pocket Reporter Moleskine Journal I carry with me everywhere. It was written on the way back from San Diego Comic Con, Monday afternoon, 30 July 2007.
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"Freedom's just another word for Nothing Left to Lose." Sure. I'm sitting in, what is it? Laguna Niguel? I'm at a very busy In-n-Out Burger crammed under a freeway overpass. There is nothing picturesque about it what-so-ever, but it is perfect right now. And it's rush hour.

I have some things to lose, almost exclusively material, all of them. Some relationships, as well, sure, but I could, none the less point my car anywhere right now, and do whatever the fuck I wanted. I could make a phone call, maybe two, and I'd be out a lot of material things, sure, but any of the relationships that counted, I'd be no more in danger of losing them than I was before.

This thought formed in my head a few moments ago, I pulled out my notebook to write it down and reflect on it, and as I leafed through the pages to look for a blank page, I came across a note I made to myself a few days before I left for vacation.

"Oh, "I thought to myself, "I'd better check to make sure that got taken care of." I picked up my phone and was about to make a call, then I remembered what I pulled the damn thing out for in the first place.

The phone call can wait.

I'm still on vacation, dammit.

And I could, I could, if I really wanted to, never go back again.

This vacation was much needed. It's been a rough couple of months. I was so stressed out I almost canceled my trip. That would have been an almost oxymoronic mistake.

Time to continue the adventure.
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I did, in fact, continue the adventure.

My computer is back on the net. It needs some maintenance, but it's working. Also, my parents bought me a new laptop, God Bless 'em. (Thanks, Mom and Brad!) So, updates are on their way. I'm not promising a schedule, at this point, but once or twice a week there should be something here. Check the RSS feed.

I've also been posting over at Metroblogger.la. Nice bunch of folks over there. If you want to check out my posts specifically go here. While my computer was out I actually did a series of posts reviewing Internet Cafes and Libraries. I called it "Vagabond Blogger."

It really has been a hell of a couple of months, and it was quite a trip to the Con this year. Now to find the Sleep of the Just.

It's nice to be back.

Underwear Perverts are on the loose

Terrifica is not alone, anymore. Maybe she can now find true love. (But she'll probably mace him.)

There's been a rash lately of people dressed as Super Heroes acting retarded. Well, more retarded.

First, (Well, in this latest string. Terrifica was way ahead of these "Johnny Storm come latelys.") there's the Grope-tastic Captain America. The guys at The Smoking Gun have all the details.

"Authorities said Adamcik was in possession of a large burrito and drugs."

That's probably my favorite News Story quote ever.

Next, Sergeant Superman. Since when do soldiers go to their Drill Sergeants about depression? This is a good reason not to do so.

And the latest, and well, not so perverted ... yet: Citizen Prime might be the best candidate yet for Our Girl Terrifica. I'm still sad that that Blind date with The Ultimate Warrior never panned out.

(Terrifica has been a favorite of the Gang over at Dead Pan Fury for many years now. In fact, she was the subject of one of our all-time favorite threads. Also the term "Underwear Perverts" is attributable to Warren Ellis. I don't know that Warren had the type of activity listed above in mind when he coined the term. Then again, he's been to enough Comic Book conventions; this may well be exactly what he meant. )