Sunday, October 14, 2007

At The Comic Shop

This is me and my baby at the Comic Shop. She goes with one of us nearly every week. The owner Mike was talking about some kind of special lifetime discount.

A couple of weeks ago there was a man with his little girl who looked 4 or 5. She followed him around the tiny store. As he looked at back issues for a few minutes. Then they hit the wall of previous weeks issues. He let her pick one out on her own. She held it to her chest as they walked to pay. It was very sweet. I could see my own little girl.

Saturday, October 13, 2007

Wednesday

Wednesday is comic book day. I tend to have that day off. Ocassionally Jack gets it off too. Emma almost always gets to go with us. She's been going all of her life save one week. And that was the day she was born. Yep, my baby was born on comic book day. It may seem weird. I made my husband leave the hospital early so he could get the books for the week. I needed some reading material. We also started the indoctrination early on this one.




As we walk in the shop Mike the owner always greets "The White Queen." In a way she's named for Emma Frost. I will admit the character was inspiration for the name. We were look for something in a comic theme. I just really like the name. The family ritual continues. I know Jack will have a conniption if she really dresses like Emma Frost.

I'd post photos of us in the store but they need some adjustment. I'll post those later

Saturday, October 06, 2007

Sonnet a Da

So, I've subscribed to a site that sends a sonnet a day.

It's really nice. I read them in college for class. I remember reading them but I never realized just how many of them are about death. More specifically "my love will endureth beyond death... will yours????"

LXXIV.

But be contented: when that fell arrest
Without all bail shall carry me away,
My life hath in this line some interest,
Which for memorial still with thee shall stay.
When thou reviewest this, thou dost review
The very part was consecrate to thee:
The earth can have but earth, which is his due;
My spirit is thine, the better part of me:
So then thou hast but lost the dregs of life,
The prey of worms, my body being dead,
The coward conquest of a wretch's knife,
Too base of thee to be remembered.
The worth of that is that which it contains,
And that is this, and this with thee remains.

They are also somewhat gross.

It's a nice service. I highly recommend it.