Friday Foto #102...
Man of Steel and Sunshine. To see more of my photos, Friday or otherwise, click here!

Of tomato juice and dinner rolls...
I've recently added tomato juice (well V-8) to my daily regimen of food. Okay, that sounds too high-falutin'. Let's just say I've made an effort to drink a glass of it a day because of it's "2 servings of vegetables per 8 oz. glass" claim. This was something I wasn't quite able to do in recent years because of recurring heartburn, but that's a problem I solved with over-the-counter Prilosec™. Seriously, the stuff works...well, it did for me, at least.But I sometimes think I could subsist on tomato juice and dinner rolls. Family legend has it that I ruined more than one fancy-schmancy dinner by doing so as a kid. I remember one such ev

Wednesday is new comics day!
Slim pickins' at the comics shop today as--once again--a few boxes were missing from the store's weekly shipment. Economically-speaking--and critically, for that matter--I'd be fine if a few more boxes went missing occasionally, to be honest. But there is an inherent problem here...The comic shop I frequent seems to have this missing box thing as a consistent problem. Since all comic books in America come from one distribution company (albeit different distribution points), it's easy to point a finger (you can pick which one) and say here is where the blame lies, but I'm not entirely convinced that the problem doesn't lie with my local comics shop and

Ennui and me...
Okay...vacation is over, Daylight Savings Time has disappeared from the American landscape, and a heavy weight has descended on your humble blogger. Yes, ennui is me.The dictionary defines ennui as "a feeling of weariness and dissatisfaction: boredom" and that certainly sums up my feelings in a nutshell. Perhaps it's the instant loss of daylight...it's dark here at like 5:15 it seems...maybe it's the passing of a most-excellent vacation and the feeling of nothing to look forward to, not even--dare I say it--new comic book day on Wednesday. Whatever it is, ennui is nothing new to me. I've wrestled with it all my life. In fact, if I had ever had a son,

9 Dragons by Michael Connelly
Harry Bosch is back in Michael Connelly's latest novel, 9 Dragons, and he's brought his kid with him. Yeah, Harry has a kid: the pre-teen Maddie, who has been living in Hong Kong with his ex-wife, Eleanor Wish, the ex-FBI agent poker queen, who gambles professionally. I couldn't make this stuff up...but Connelly can.9 Dragons is a good, quick, compelling read, but it's no Last Coyote or Concrete Blonde, two of the better Bosch books. As #16 in the HB ser