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As a new father, I've come to realize that a baby is a very expressive creature. A widening of the eyes, reddening of the face, the curling of the lip....all these things can have a profound effect on the child's appearance. I've found a webpage that helps to illustrate this seemingly chameleon-like ability in action.

Click, and be amazed.

yes, i like the "funny books"

I mentioned in a post yesterday that over the weekend I "got my geek on" and picked up a comic book. The comic in question is The Dark Tower #1, based on Stephen King's series of the same name. It wasn't the comic I had gone in looking for, but when I spotted it on the shelf it caught my eye. I had read at least the first book of the series back in high school (back when Stephen King counted among the authors I read), and recall enjoying it, though for some reason lost interest as the story progressed.

Comics are near and dear to my heart, as I credit them with igniting my passion for reading. It started with Archie Comics and Superman digests, progressed to the Franklin W. Dixon Hardy Boys books, and then other comics such as Spider-man, Captain America and the X-Men. Over the years my tastes have changed (refined) a bit and I lean more towards titles and graphic novels such as Grey, Grendel, and The Hedge Knight.

But I still love comics. I think it would be great to still be able to collect, but financially it's just not feasible. One of those things I've just had to give up as a grown up, I suppose. That being said, I still pick up the odd issue for old times sake, but therefore am a bit more picky about what I choose.

The first installment of The Dark Tower was very good. The art is striking (I think it uses only a four-colour scheme....with very earthy tones), and the story of course is one I had enjoyed back when I read the novel. I'd certainly recommend it to anyone who is a fan of the genre.

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cordially, future dwight

Wouldn't it be cool if you could send yourself a message from the future?

I haven't heard of any way to do that yet, but I have found a way to contact my future self from the present. Check it out.

the weekend that almost wasn't

So this weekend was supposed to be chock full of familial visitation, but circumstances dictated otherwise.

My sister, brother-in-law and nephew were supposed to come by on Saturday but the boys were coming out of illness and my sister was starting into it, so they opted not to make the 2 hour journey and stay home to recouperate. I'm sure Serious Gord was keeping their hands full anyway. So instead we went into town and ran a few errands. A few staple items were picked up at Wal*Mart, and I picked up some guitar strings and a comic book ('cause once in a while you gotta get your geek on...)

Sunday was supposed to see Alex's Grandpa and Granny come by after their fun-filled weekend in Toronto, but they were serving as airport shuttle for their friends so ended up staying an extra night. Subsequently Sunday became a day for groceries and housecleaning. Yeah.....we got down with our bad selves.

Monday morning I got up early to head in and get some blood work done (after a 12 hour fast...yay). I got there at 7:05 a.m......and was about 20th in line. Awesome. It was also kind of stormy with blowing snow and such, so travel was rather treacherous with white-outs in places. Grandpa and Granny showed up in the early afternoon, and apparently just in time to miss this catastrophe on the highway. They got to spend some quality time with the little one, and I got a few guitar lessons from pops. I also managed to throw out my back while carting some firewood from outside into the basement. Sweet.

And now it's Monday afternoon. Grandpa and Granny have departed for home. Mom and Alex are laying on the couch snoring while I plunk around in cyberspace.

i think i can

So Shane "Rock It" Nickerson has laid down the gauntlet. I have decided to take up the challenge and attempt to blog more for the next thirty days.

Caveat: I may be away a few days on work related endeavours, so posting during these times may be impossible.

Begin.