Typically late to the party, I only recently got on Pinterest. I guess I was in the camp of folks that thought it was an app meant mainly for the ladies…baby shower ideas, wedding stuff, mom tips, etc. Well, after a couple weeks with it, I can emphatically say that it might be the greatest thing to happen to nerds since Gary Gygax and Dave Arneson decided to print up some little booklets. Well, maybe that’s not a good comparison but work with me
Thanksgiving greetings to my fellow nerds around the world. I’m back to the blogosphere with some random and miscellaneous thoughts, observations and updates. Hopefully a little something here to interest just about anybody…
I should get some Spandex! These clothing bills aren’t exactly tax deductable.
Seven organisms reside in our home. Four humans and three felines. And we all knew this day was coming. The day when my personal Nerd Cave would outgrow its own four walls and leak into the rest of the house. As Dan Patrick might opine, “you can’t stop it…you can only hope to contain it!” But while I’m quoting folks, remember what Bill Clinton said…”It depends on what your definition of ‘contain’ is.”
It’s a problem that probably faces every nerd collector/hoarder type out there sooner or later. You’ve been given/allowed/granted a specific amount of space for your crap–a basement, an attic, or, as in my case, a spare bedroom. Four walls in which your various hobbies, loves, and interests must be contained. There aren’t too many significant others out there who are enthusiastic about a Star Wars-themed kitchen. But what does one do when you’ve simply run out of room?
The Eltingville Club One-Shot from Dark Horse Comics –Copyright 2014 Evan Dorkin
Occasionally, I like to recommend “MUST-HAVE” items to my seven loyal readers and today is one of those days. If you aren’t familiar with Evan Dorkin’s Eltingville Comic Book, Science-Fiction, Fantasy, Horror, and Role-Playing Club, do yourself a favor and pick-up the new one-shot from Dark Horse Comics (scheduled for a late-April 2014 release).
What do you mean a closet is supposed to hold clothing?
A few weeks ago, I was channel surfing and stumbled upon a new series on SyFy called Collection Intervention. What’s this? A room with wall-to-wall comic book boxes? Interest grabbed.
So I DVR’d the series and recently sat down to watch a mini-marathon. If you’re the stereotypical nerd collector-type, you’ll likely see a bit (or a lot) of yourself in the “hapless” souls featured on the show. And when I say “hapless,” I mean, “WOW, I wish I had that stuff!”
Buying My Comics Follow-Up
Back in June, I wrote a post about how I was ending my twenty-four year relationship with Westfield Comics and switching to Discount Comic Book Service as the supplier of my new comics and related swag. Three months later, I’ve received my first two shipments from DCBS and thought I’d share some first impressions.
Uhhh son…that’s probably gonna knock the CGC grade down a little bit.
OK, this one falls well into the category of “First World Problems.” Even so, I’ve got a minor dilemma I’ve been going back and forth on and thought I’d share it with you guys in a “thinking out loud” kinda way.
The Scary Godmother Doll by Jill Thompson
I know, I know…another Kickstarter post. I’d told myself I was gonna chill on the KS love for awhile and talk about some other stuff. Then, last night I’m vegging out on the couch watching Face Off on SyFy and cruising Kickstarter…because a 21st Century Nerd must multi-task…when, BAM! I come across The Scary Godmother Doll by Jill Thompson.
Call The Discovery Channel!!! A Megalodon was just spotted in Gulf Shores, Alabama.
Greetings nerds of Earth! I’m back from vacation and gearing up for a fall season chock full of nerdy goodness. July was a bit busy with various stuff, so I thought I’d jump on here to drop some random thoughts on you…
“C” is for “cat.” If I fitz, I sitz.
Hey there nerds of the world. Busy Summer here in my neck of the woods. I’ve been spending a lot more time than I’d like working on my lawn…And I use the word “lawn” loosely. I knew I had to do something when “mowing the lawn” became “mowing the dirt.” I look like PigPen from Peanuts out there, engulfed by a huge, swirling cloud of dust. Kinda embarrassing when the neighbors drive by. But besides that, I’ve been diligently working on getting a big ol’ monkey off my back.