So I've been having a problem with the amount of comics I'm purchasing, and as a result I've had to par back. Only one problem. There is a TON of good stuff being produced. I drop something (Omega Flight, for example) only to have to pick up something else (Like maybe Doktor Sleepless. Damn Warren Ellis and his damn grassroots marketing. Internet Jesus my ass). Oh well. I don't need to live in a house anyway.

Thanks,
John McDonald
From the Q

Let me tell you about something that just happened. Fight with Miss Irrational. Lying on the bed, fairly upset. Just throw cellphone at MI as she went to take a shower. Daughter is behind the corner of the door. She's been waiting on us to stop so she can reclaim her rightful place as Queen of Attention. I ask her what she wants and she says, with a beautiful smile only your 4 year old daughter can muster "I saw that"
"Saw what?"
"THAT. What you did."
"What?"
"Threw the phone at Mommy."

Well, I can be heartless, but that was all she wrote. I started to tear up. Not gushing, but enough that I couldn't stop. I told her I was sorry. Sorry she saw that, and sorry I'm not the man she deserves for a daddy, but all I got out was sorry.
Then she climbed up next to me and sat there. I couldn't stop crying. I said sorry again. Then, with my voice getting to th point I could barely control it, I asked for a hug and told her I loved her.
She cried. I don't know if it was me crying but I think it had to be. At 4 she couldn't possibly grasp all the underlying meaning in that "sorry" I threw out, but she knew something was killing daddy and she didn't like it. It was really a special moment. I love her so much, and I've got to be a better man for her.



John M.
From the Q