Today I very nearly threw out Colonel Tapioca, who is my very most comfortable shirt. I almost threw him out because he was very old, and no longer presentable in public, and so very, very velvety soft. And then I realized that all I ever use him for anyway is sleeping in, on those rare occasions when I want something for sleeping in. And that lending it to a sleeping buddy is also excellent and has been a main Tapioca function. And then I realized that there was absolutely no reason to throw out Colonel Tapioca at all, and every reason to keep him. Oh life.

As it turns out, it's a good thing I didn't drive to Red Bank. Or possibly, a really bad thing. Oh life.

Something weird happened to me in comicsdom recently, because I sort of ascended to the next level a little bit. I had one of those crystal clear moments of the soul and did some housecleaning in the lineup, completely unmotivated by anything other than a realization that my tastes had matured enough to alter the way I look at the stuff I read. Like:

I do not want to read (current) New X-Men ever again.
I will keep reading Powers in spite of, and in fact because, it still occasionally mystifies me.
I do want to read the now-defunct Bendis run on Daredevil, and am willing to pay cash money to do it.
I am ready to have Superman and Batman in my life on a regular basis, just not in the same book.

That may not sound like much to you, but it was like graduating from Mathnet to Law & Order for me.

Tonight Matty Price and Chris and also Max and some Moldovian dude went to the ballgame, and after a bit of early-inning excitement involving various "runs scored," were instead put upon to bear witness to an incredible bloodletting in the seventh inning. I had a pretty great time though... well for the most part anyway, the end was fairly craptastical. For some reason it made me think a lot about dating, and not just because of the two hotties a couple of rows down whose sole interaction with us was when one of them asked me where the ball had gone (it had hit the 500s right above us). Dating is strange and useless in so many ways and so is baseball, and I don't really like going to baseball games more than a couple of times a season but when I go, I make a lot of noise, which is like dating. Oh life.