Cleaning Up and Found My Entire Comics Collection

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In all its Glory

Cleaning up today in anticipation of my wife and daughter’s return from Georgia and stumbled on my comics/graphic novel collection. Yes.  This is it.  Marvel in its splendor.  Ok, so I’m not much of a comic book guy, as should be evident by the addition of what ended up being a disappointing Buffy the Vampire Slayer Season 8 and the near-complete lack of traditional superheroes.

Most of this originates from probably three years back, when I started to think I had missed the boat on this whole comic book thing and started buying what everyone said were the best things, Watchmen and Sandman, etc.  And they were indeed very good.  I just couldn’t get over the pricing — I wanted to read the complete Sandman, but the MSRP on one volume is $20.  I do appreciate the art and effort that went into creating it, and shortchanging Neil Gaiman wasn’t really what I want to do, but it was just far too expensive to continue for a book that I literally finished inside of two hours.

I have to admit that there are books I’ve read that I acquired via more… swashbuckling means.  Y the Last Man.  DC’s Blackest Night Event.  Marvel’s Civil War.  While I appreciated them for a lot of reasons I still don’t think I can legitimately call myself a comic book guy.  I tend to find the superhero stuff kind of grating… I’m good with one hero, or small groups, but the cast of characters the big events seem to unearth are just kind of ridiculous.  I mean, in Civil War there was a character called Typeface.  Who threw letters.  Right.

I guess I’m just not a fan of the never ending series that characterizes both most superhero comics and soap operas.  I like character arcs.  If the story never ends, to where does the arc ultimately curve?  You just get ridiculous twists, deaths and resurrections that seem to do little to improve the quality of the story other than to pad the issue and produce a shocking cover.  That’s just not my bag.

But I do hope to find more comics like Watchmen, JTHM, Sandman… if anyone’s got recommendations, let me know!

Laundry is Not My Friend

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My Nemesis

The biggest drawback to our current apartment building is that, for all six units in our building, there is only one domestic grade washer and one domestic grade dryer.  That makes doing laundry, something I hate in the best of times, even more a chore, as you deal with lines, passive aggressive notes when you leave your laundry down there a minute or two too long, and the sheer logistical impossibility of making a dent in the dirty clothes in anything less than a day-long wash-fest.

So, I started taking our clothes to a laundromat in town.  The first few times were great; I could set all the clothes going at once and in between moving items from the washer to the dryer, have about an hour and a half to be out of the house with a stable internet connection, which meant I could write or work on game designs in relative solitude.  True, I may be the slowest folder in the history of the world, bulking up my time there to a bloated three hours, but the benefits outweigh the negatives.

Not so today.  Today I loaded three washers, only to realize that this bank of machines don’t take debit card, and I typically carry no cash.  Ok, no big deal.  I unloaded the machines and moved my clothes to a set of machines that did take cards.  No problem.  Then a gruff-looking guy suddenly takes the third washer, meaning I will have to split up my machines.  Ok, no biggie, but then I spill liquid detergent on the floor and all over my hands. Then, the card reader on one of these machines suddenly isn’t working.  Great.  So I abandon my one working machine to head to the back of the building where the only other empty card-taking machines are and load in the rest of my clothes for the third time.  Success!  Great!

Now I feel like things are looking up.  I unpack my laptop and start writing a rather intimidating conversation between Sam Crafty and Virgil Haft (who?  You’ll see later).  Everything’s going well until I look back at the time left on the back machines and the rightmost one is just pouring water from somewhere.  The floor now has a rather pleasant lagoon and trickle waterfall that in less crucial times I might have taken a moment to appreciate.   Instead, I freak out and ask the guy next to me what I should do, a guy who looks suspiciously like Mo from Storage Wars Texas.  He thinks the owner is in the small room accessible by a door made to look like part of the wall on the left.  So I knock on the door for three minutes or so, until I realize no one’s coming.

Ok, so this is a crisis I must solve.  I see a mop hung on the wall and drag it over to the lagoon and start sopping up the water, then carrying back across the floor to squeeze it out into the nearest trash can.  I made three such trips, dripping water in little liquid highways all over the laundromat, before I realized that, well duh, I could just bring the trash can over to the lagoon.

Fortunately, once I leaned on the washer door and mopped up the water, no more leaks seemed to be forthcoming.  The rest of the chore went off without a hitch, even though I dared to put all my clothes in the seriously intimidating SUPER SIZED DRYER with no small amount of forbidding.   Folding took forty five minutes. Clearly I am not a domestic animal.

I know, I know, First-World Problems.  Oh, boo hoo, the magic machines that make my entire wardrobe clean in hours were slightly less convenient than they normally are!  Poor Chris!  But hey, for a domestic incompetent like myself, these are the battles we remember.  *Cues speech from Independence Day*… ok, no.  It’s just sad.

The Last of Us

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Game of the Year

If you’re attuned to games at all these days, you’ve heard of  The Last Of Us.  I wasn’t that interested in it to begin with, but the closer release day came, the more hype about how amazing it was started to trickle up.  My wife and daughter have been visiting relatives in Georgia for the past two weeks, so when it came out the Friday before it seemed the perfect game to play in what I lovingly refer to as my “mancation.”

There are two things that will grab you from the beginning sequence of the game.  One, my God is this a lovely game.  The graphical quality of the assets, the lighting, the facial expressions… if you had shown me this with no prior knowledge I might have thought it was a PS4 title for next year.  Two, this will be an extremely heart-wrenching experience unlike anything else you’ve played.

I’m not going to do a full review of the title; that’s not generally what I do.  But I can say that it is full of moments more truly human than in any other game I’ve ever played.  They’re probably even more striking if you’re a parent.  The game elements are fantastic as well- it truly encapsulates survival and forced me to play in a way no other game really has.  I’m traditionally more of a run-out-into-the-middle-of-the-street-and-shoot-everyone-wildly kind of player, but in TLOU, that’s a one way ticket to death… and I died a LOT.   I had to find ways to try to trick the AI into vulnerable positions for me to take my enemies out, or sneak by them entirely.  I ended up for the first time really having fun with the stealth aspects of a game.  The ending is beautiful and bittersweet and it was the perfect way to cap off an amazing experience.

If you have a PS3, you need this game.  If you don’t, and can’t get one, check out some walkthroughs online.  It’s definitely worth it.




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I triumph over writing challenges!

So I’ve been a little… well, stuck isn’t the right word, but proceeding very slowly on Cages 2.   What ended up being a challenging environment for Sam Crafty ended up being challenging for me as well.  I purposefully placed Sam in a new place where his notions of how the world works would take a beating, where he didn’t have a handle on things the way he at least felt like he had in Dekalb Quarantine #4.

Sam is a creature that thrives on conflict and his experiences in Quarantine have only served to heighten that characteristic.  Without giving much away, I decided to put him in a place that, when he pushed, would not push back.  While thematically and character-building-wise a good move, it was actually very difficult to write.  Conflict is easy.  If the conflict lies in conflict being avoided, it’s difficult to really make that interesting. Conflict becomes smaller, centered around everyday things and interactions.  Stuff that’s more challenging to engage with, especially if you want to keep up a nice pace to the book.

I decided to separate the book into three parts (in one volume).  The fact that I got to type the title of the second today, seen in the image up there (PURGATORIO) represents a nice victory for me.  I get the feeling that the rest of the book will be downhill from here.  I can finally let Sam a bit more off his leash, even if it’s not in the way he’s used to.

I do enjoy writing a little mayhem.

Where to Get Cages

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I’ve recently sent Cages out into the world, no longer confined to the shores of Amazon.  Where can I find all those places?  Why, right here!

Amazon Kindle:

Amazon Paperback:

Barnes and Noble Nook: