I got back from Comic Cellar. I pulled in $104 worth of merchandise, including a couple of issues of the Forge anthology from
CrossGen Comics, some new stuff, the Y: The Last Man trade, the Fables: Legends in Exile trade, and a baker's dozen issues worth of Sandman. Yes, faithful readers, I'm only a dozen issues from completing my run. Of course, this also means that I'll never find them. :)
I was in for a rude surprise when I got home, though. Everything with the chkdsk and defrag went okay, so I went to shut down the computer so I could put it back in its place. The bloody keyboard drawer fell off!! I mean, just
fell. It took me about 30 minutes to get it back on in a pseudo-permanent fashion. (Jury-rig, don't you know?)
Other than that, things have been quiet here. I'm going to go read my "Y: The Last Man" trade paperback.
EDIT: This originally got posted three times, so that explains the first comment. :)
EDIT #2: I totally forgot to comment about the telemarketer The phone rang tonight. The caller ID showed it as a number that
ALWAYS called. I wondered what it was about, so I answered it. Big mistake. A telemarketer asked for my dad. Being naturally nosy, I asked who was calling. Honestly, so I could tell my dad who was on the phone. She responded
with her name. I clarified, and she gave me the company name. I told Dad so-and-so was on the phone from such-and-such. He mentioned that they always call, and he doesn't want to talk to them, and that's why he never answers when they call. I asked her what the nature of the call was. She said "it's about his magazines". Apparently they are some kind of clearing house for subscriptions, I guess. We never got that far.
"About what aspect about his magazines are you calling? Are you trying to sell something, or is this in regards to a bill?" I was as polite as could be. She replied with, "If he's busy, we can call back another time." I told her it was alright, and that if she would just tell me why she was calling, I would hand her to my dad.
*click*
Hehehe.. I love thwarting telemarketers. It's more fun than yelling at them.