I Will Now Drink Sodas and Do Jumping Jacks Until I Pass Out...

Look, you just don't understand... sometimes, a man has to post a picture of an erupting volcano. It's just one of those things that guys have to do once in a while, like clean the garage, bathe and/or leave the toilet seat down. It's rare, but not wholly uncommon.

See, stick around here and you'll learn all about the male mind...



Hmm... too much info, there, Jerry...

OK, so the A-to-Z Challenge is officially over. It resulted in a non-stop stream of hot air not seen around this blog for over a year... it got so hot and stuffy in this blog that the AC was running almost full time just to keep the place manageable (you're welcome). When my electric bill arrives, I'll likely be taking up a donation to cover it. Hey, I'm not made of money, you know! In spite of what the IRS may think! Sheesh! I think if I was made of money, I'd like it to be all $5 bills. Singles are just so commonplace (besides, I haven't been a single for a couple decades now), and anything $10 or up is sort of pretentious. Yeah, I think I'd stick with being made of fivers... whadaya say, Abe?

Good, that's settled then.

So I'm slogging my way through The Black Prism by Brent Weeks. I'm about 30% through it thus far. I'm determined to read the whole thing. Honestly, I've learned my lesson about "not saying unkind things about authors," and I'm resisting quite admirably, I think. Instead, I'm going to wimp-out by dishing out some bland, spineless generalization and hope that you don't despise me too fully because of it. "You see, not all authors agree with all readers. Sometimes a book needs to find its audience - and often that audience just isn't you." There, that's as kind as I can be. Normally I give up on "books that don't agree with me" straight away... but in this case, I'm going the distance. I want the book to prove me wrong. I want to like it, I don't know why.

Maybe it's a guy thing.

Thanks for all the feedback on the previous Wagnervana Comic I posted. I swapped the art out, as I said I would, with the little tweaks and changes I mentioned. I put the sword art into the panels where it was missing (sorry Vye!), added little "motion lines" in a few appropriate places, changed my sword art in the panel where Vye challenged me to a fight, and rearranged the word balloons in Panel 6 so that it reads a bit smoother. I was going to add more Carl, but decided against it. You'll have to wait for the next one for more Carl!

So I know what you're wondering... you wondering if--- hey, hey wait! Stop! I saw what you did there! You changed what you were wondering as I was writing that last line! That's not fair! You can't trick me like that. The rules say that once I see what you're wondering, you have to stick with that until I make a pithy comment about it. In fact, if you change what you're wondering before I can make a pithy comment about it, I get free hits. Yep, right on your shoulder, two hits. BAM BAM just like that. In the same spot, too! And you know how bad that can hurt, especially if I use the knuckle. But I won't use the knuckle, because deep down, I'm a nice guy. I am! Just ask my wife. No, wait, don't ask my wife. Ask my mom instead.

I know what you were wondering before you changed what you were wondering (cheater). You were wondering if I was going to buy Diablo 3 the day it comes out, or if I was going to wait until, say, Father's Day, so my wife and/or kids and/or blog readers would have to buy it for me. Well, frankly, I don't know yet. I have about 2 weeks to decide. Then I'll let you know. Until then, you'll just have to keep wondering about it, won't you?

By the way, you should be ashamed of yourself for what you started wondering when you changed your mind earlier. A grown, mature person should not be wondering that! Yes, you know what I'm talking about! Shame on you!

As your punishment, you must watch this bizarre synchronized dancing/tumbling/flipping number...



There, that will teach you.

The weeks are flying by. And no, I don't mean Brent Weeks and his family, not those weeks. I mean, literally, the weeks are flying by. I'm getting old! I mean, I'm almost 70 years old! Sheesh! Hey, 41 is almost 70... it's like more than halfway to 70 or something, I don't know... anyway, I feel old. Of course, it could be all those almonds I just ate... that could be what's making me feel old... anyway, yeah, the weeks are flying by. Before I know it, I'll have kicked the bucket, and be dead and gone. I hope they say good things about me once I'm gone. Like this guy...

Dang. Wonder what kind of reception Bernard got on the "other side"... where do people go when they die, I wonder? So many billions of people... where does God put them all? Do angels really meet people when they kick off and usher them somewhere? If so, where? And man, what a boring job that must be for angels. Maybe demons "greet" certain people, eh? Kinda freaky, when you ponder it. Not much Bible that I can recall that covers it. There's the rich man and Lazarus story (I wonder if it's the same Lazarus that was Jesus' friend?), and there's the sea of people in front of the Throne, waiting for (whining about?) vengeance... what else? It's such a common thing (death, I mean), there must be a plan... and LOTS of space. Unless souls take up comparatively little space, without the body...

Bah, who knows.

OK, well, I'm going to run along now, like a good little boy. Thank you to everyone that left comments during the A-to-Z thing. I interpret that as thick and juicy love (unless you're a dude, of course, in which case I interpret it as a manly bearhug-type thing with an accompanying pat on the shoulder and a nod of appreciation).

Fine, I have no idea what I'm talking about.

Good night!

Dave the Flatlining