Brain damage. Not even once, y’all.
Some updates since June:
I’m a little less than halfway through inventorying my comic books (DC is basically done, but Marvel, independents, and then the pretty ridiculous number of doubles I’ve gotten by picking up cheap-ish lots over the past few years needs to get re-counted, as it’s probably been a year since I’ve done that). Yes, it’s a pretty big job, and I’ve had to pause it recently because my back can only handle so much throwing around of heavy cardboard boxes, and also because I’ve been on watch duty the past couple of weeks (more on that in a minute).
When that’s done, I’ll be in my card boxes, and in touch with those of you who I have trades-in-progress (really, trades-long-in-gestation) to let you know what I have for you.
I’ve had very little motivation to collect trading cards of any kind in the past little while, but I still have a want list, and if I start trading for some things, I may end up feeling differently about it. I’m going to try to avoid doing what I’ve done with a few collections in my lifetime and over-purging them, just because I don’t care that much about a particular thing in a particular moment, but with that said, I’m also coming up on birthday number 50 in the middle of next year, I have no obvious heirs, and baseball in particular has done a lot to make me not care as much about baseball in the Manfred era. There’s also the “How many cards do I need of any athlete whose cards I don’t collect and, in some cases, who I have a strong personal dislike of?” question, but that’s a whole other kettle of fish.
As I’m going through things, though, I will be making a note of what does bring a twinkle to my eye, so to speak. Earlier today, I had one of those moments, when I hung my framed Roger Maris 61st HR headline from the Daily News back up in my room, after having it stored for a little over a year due to renovations and such. I think about a lot of things, largely good ones, whenever I look at it, and not even Roger Maris Jr. could change that. The goal moving forward, once I get these last few months of rabid completism out of my system, is to try to find that twinkle in my eye in everything I do, enjoy, and yes, collect to the degree that I wish to collect things past that age 50 cut-off date on the Triple Digit Pages to My Want Lists era of my life. And, really, who knows how long any of us has, or how long any of this (this being civilization, Earth, etc.) will last?
I’m fun today, right? Moving on…
teh socials: I’m still using the ‘tree to track my active, mostly-publicly-available points of presence. I’ve been on the blueski a lot over the past few months, and it’s doing a better than average job of fulfilling needs developed during Peak Twitter. I check the old site maybe once every couple of days, but I just end up checking my feed on my old, main account and almost never look at the account for this site, even though I wish I did so I could see about encouraging independent pro wrestlers to come over to the new place.
Renovation/House Stuff: I need to get new pictures of my Mego shelves for y’all. Your minds would be blown. I’ve also been working on getting my CDs displayed and stored in a better way than I had them, as well as my video games (there was a big influx of Atari 2600 stuff over the past year or so, and with this coming out soon, I anticipate that’ll be an ongoing thing, so I need to adjust my living room accordingly), and with everything happening in all of these spaces with all of these collections, they need to be cat-proofed, because, after 5 terrible catless months, we’ve had a new cat for about 2 weeks, and she wishes to climb on and into everything.
Keeping busy with new music (list-in-progress of this year’s favorites is here), caught up on new comics (Fantastic Four and Birds of Prey are my favorites of what’s currently being released), and I’ve got another October movie list for y’all:
October 1st: The Old Dark House (1932) and Season of the Witch (1973)
October 7th: Crocodile II: Death Roll (2001)
October 8th: Frankenhooker (1990), Frogs (1972), Children of the Corn (1984) and Fade to Black (1980)
October 12th: Totally Killer (2023) and Snakes on a Plane (2006)
October 13th: Friday the 13th Part 2 (1981) and Friday the 13th Part III (1982)
October 14th: Saturday the 14th (1981) and Blood Quantum (2019)
October 15th: Alligator 2 (1990)
October 18th: Scream (1996)
October 19th: Pumpkinhead (1988) and Halloween III: Season of the Witch (1982)
October 26th: Invasion of the Saucer Men (1957)
October 27th: The Blair Witch Project (1999)
October 28th: Student Bodies (1981)
October 29th: Ginger Snaps (2000), Halloween (1978), and Halloween 4 (1988)
October 31st: The Mummy (1932), The Mask (1961), Elvira, Mistress of the Dark (1988) and I Was A Teenage Werewolf (1957)
The Old Dark House, Totally Killer, Blood Quantum, Invasion of the Saucer Men and Ginger Snaps were my favorite new-to-mes this year, and Frogs, Friday the 13th Part 2, Saturday the 14th, Student Bodies and The Mask were my favorite re-watches.
A thing I will give y’all a heads up on: moving forward, as I get my shit slightly more together, I’m going to be listing items and lots of items here for sale or trade, as an experiment. I have a really small audience here, of course, but I have the ability to grow that audience a bit by pointing people in the other places I spend time at links, as we all have for a few decades now, and I want to see if I can sell or trade anything directly from a website that doesn’t have a Facebook page or eBay listings or a storefront or whatever, just to see what happens. If it tanks, it tanks. If not? While it’s dirty, dirty commerce, I think it could give us something to do here on the regular. And, again, I am saying “sell or trade”, and I will be welcoming trades of all kinds, once I’m caught up on a relatively short backlog of them. If someone wants to trade me a Subaru Forester in relatively good shape for my ’86 Fleer Jordan, I’m interested. That kinda stuff.
I think that’s it for now. More, including pictures and such, soon. I hope you’re all well in the meantime.