What form?

This blog is neither man nor beast...I started it as an excuse to keep away from Myspace and write a more "professional" blog. But that's pretentious and no fun, so a few quick updates for those who care:

I've picked up a gig writing jacket copy for both Marvel and DC collections. It's not rock star, but at least I'm officially on the totem pole, and making some extra scratch while I'm at it...

The New York Comicon is in a week, and I'm gearing up to load my Saturn Ion up and make the long trek to Chris .R. Notarile's in Jersey City (where we're going to work on a new short film project together...and there will be much celebrating).

I joined the Y yesterday, and will start with a trainer tomorrow. Hopefully the screwed up back can become a bit less screwed up, and I can get back to my old shape.

Oh, and something called "The Brave and the Bold" is coming on Kids WB! soon. It's the newest Batman cartoon, with the Dark Knight modeled off of old school Dick Sprang Batman, with guest stars abounding each episode. The kicker? The Blue Beetle is making it as a guest star!
Okay, so it's the new kid and, no, it ISN'T Ted Kord, but y'know what? After 70 years, he's finally gotten enough cred to make that transition!
For those not in the know, I spent ten years of my life (an entire third!) researching an old obscure/cult comics character called The Blue Beetle. I even wrote a book about it (the best thing to come out of my year stint as the sole employee of some publisher in a past life). It's sweet to finally see him being put in front of kids, even if it is a guest appearance, and even if it is the new guy (who, on the record, I think is an awesome character...likable, fun, and believable).

On top of all this, I've been too busy to do anything but work, work, and do more work. Translation: No dating for this single guy for a little while. No energy for drama right now.
We'll see how long that lasts...

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I don't sleep...

Ever since I was a child, I've had trouble sleeping. Back in my father's house, the only home I knew up until I was 18, I'm reliving my childhood...laying in the same bed, feeling some of the same pangs that zipped into me like needles in a voodoo doll at age 15, but amplified from sheer frustration of the typical luck that has plagued me since the womb.
The asshole neighbors kept the bass-pounding "look at me, I didn't get enough attention as a child" music well past midnight. A call to Farmville's finest and ten minutes later it's gone down, but I'm currently full of nervous energy, letting my fingers tip and tap across Dad's computer keyboard, transmitting everything on his slow dial-up connection.
Scary, isn't it, that today's high school senior has pretty much known the Internet his or her entire life? When I was in that same gawky stage of life fourteen years ago, I'd still yet to log on...although we did have the DOS-based ability to shoot each other lines at school, an early form of chat.
Okay, sleep now. Pontificate on your own.

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