Ragweed and Elm Pollen? Oh, you betcha’!

Yep, the pollen count is high in San Antonio today and, according to the forecast, it’s going to get steadily worse over the next several days. Sunday and Monday are supposed to be extremely high pollen count days for us.

On the one hand, I’m glad I’ve stocked up on allergy meds. I’m going to be dosing like crazy on that stuff for awhile. On the other hand, the zombiefication that comes as a side effect of that stuff is no fun at all. Still, that’s better than not taking the meds and being sick with the allergies.

Honestly though, given the health woes that some of my friends have been and/or are dealing with now, I probably ought to be thankful that these allergies are the only things bothering me at the moment.

Cataloging Comic Books – My Way!

After having looked at all the commercial products, both web-based and and those designed for the desktop, the expensive and the free, the software intended for Microsoft users and those intended for Linux users, I’ve finally come to the conclusion the the best way for me to organize my comic book collection is to use a text editor (Bluefish is my tool of choice here) and maintain an ordered list of: the titles I have in each box, a simple text file for each individual comic book or volume of manga in my library, and the monthly pull-lists I submit to my LCS.

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Seen in the screenshot above is one such text file and the simple directory structure for my collection that I keep on the hard drive of my Debian laptop, and synched to a thumb drive. Soon I’ll begin synching this to the cloud, too.

Given the thousands upon thousands of comics in my library, and the rate at which I’m continuing to add to my collection, this is a project that will probably take me… well, forever. 😀

Walking around and snapping photos – last night’s dreams.

last night’s sleep and dreams – 29 August 2012 – https://docs.google.com/document/d/1YXmAAb8EnJLmWoigo1BJzDKuQEVmu4t7cKb6AYq7ZAI/edit

The Sandman treated me well again last night, bringing me an 8-hour sleep from 21:00 to 05:00. And that dream contained two dreams.

I had traveled to London in the first dream, and was visiting friends. They were a bit surprised at how much I prefered walking from place to place rather than using any other mode of transportation.

Surprises were in order in the night’s second dream, too. I’d been requested to take pictures at an event held in a popular restaurant. When I arrived on site the only camera I had with me was an old-fashioned Polaroid Instant camera.

Two different dreams, two different women – what came last night.

last night’s sleep and dreams – Tuesday, 28 August 2012 – https://docs.google.com/document/d/1K1LW5w0ltBk0sllDr7IE7un8zWnLjyifVcSwwXGooiY/edit

After a short string of nights with short sleeps and barely remembered dreams, the Sandman finally brought me a good, long sleep. And this sleep (7.5 hours, from 21:30 to 05:00) contained a pair of dreams.

The two dreams that came last night featured two different women. Both these women bore striking resemblance to different women I’ve known in real life.

With an unidentified friend, I was being pursued by unidentified forces. I led us into the basement of a big building where a clandestine, high-stakes poker game was being played. A woman I hadn’t (and haven’t) seen in years was also in the basement. She led us out through a stairway guarded by police, took us to an apartment she shared with several others, and let us hide there for awhile. “Oh, by the way,” she told me with a little laugh, “I’ve got a bag of your clothes in here somewhere.”

The woman in the second dream wasn’t so helpful. Actually, she brought trouble down on both of us. In an outdoor parking lot she and I were exiting my car when we were accosted by four men, guys who apparently knew her and were involved with her in some unidentified way. They threatened her and, when I stepped to her defense, they threatened me, too. The confrontation quickly became physical. One tall guy wearing an “Afro” haircut and a purple t-shirt and I started trading shoves and punches. When the other three began circling, I retrieved a shotgun from my car and began shooting. That woman, she was no help at all.

She stole his heart away. – comic book art from Pantha #3

Poor, dumb Oscar. He didn’t have a clue as to what was happening until the bitter end. He didn’t know that the woman he thought was his wife had become someone, something else. The ageless, body-hopping Blood Red Queen of Hearts had long ago hollowed out his wife’s soul and had taken possession of her body. She finally stole Oscar’s heart away,… and there was nothing even remotely romantic involved.

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From Pantha #3, the comic book written by Brandon Jerwa, with artwork by Pow Podrix, and recently published by Dynamite Entertainment.