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Sorry for the...paucity...of blogs the past week. I've been busy, though not particularly productive. I did meet a girl, and if your tastes run to an A-cup Courteney Cox with an eyebrow-raising capacity for booze, then come and take Shannon off my hands. This is my next door neighbor's 30 year old neice, who stopped by Monday to borrow half a bottle of Absolut Vanilla, a can of Coke acting not so much as "chaser" but as the punctuation in an alcoholic telegram. For the subsequent events, I have to thank Absolut, SEINFELD, CURB YOUR ENTHUSIASM, ARRESTED DEVELOPMENT, iTUNES, the Jesus and Mary Chain, the Pixies, IKEA, and LifeStyles, as well as my bottomless charm. I have to admit, after a decade of kowtowing to another woman, it's kind of nice to be pushing a woman out of your place in her panties at 6:30 in the morning. Overall, I'd rank the experience as ranking slightly ahead of the satisfaction one feels from a really good parallel parking job. She makes really weird sounds when she sleeps, too. It's funny, though--while I'm not looking for a new wife or anything at this time, Shannon's lousiness as a mother is a real turnoff. Curiously, I once had a huge thing for another Shannon, who also liked the same music, and also was a girl you couldn't really get drunk. She was of French extraction, though, and this Shannon seems to be Irish--she had one of those Clannagh rings--the heart joined on both sides by hands, in silver.

Speaking of Super Fuckers, James Kochalka's newest series--his first prolonged attempt at superheroes--is a solid success. Does it represent growth? Yeah, in a way--the storytelling and structure is much tighter and much more plot is packed in than most of his graphic novels, and it's very funny. I should note it's funny in a really juvenile way--lots of superheroes getting high and swearing--but it works. And it's always a pleasure to see Kochalka's art in full color. Recommended.

The most important thing that happened so far this week, which I actually found out about during the interval where Shannon was putting her daughter to bed, was that one of my best friends, Andrew, who had really disappeared from my life not long after we'd finished a screenplay together, had emailed me and reestablished contact. We started out online together, in fact, as a Siskel & Ebert-style team intent on reviewing all John Byrne comics, under the guises of Sputnik (him) and MODOK (me). Anyway, it was great to hear from him, and we talked on the phone today. Man, you sure need all the friends you can get in this world. Some of my biggest regrets in life are not my marriage, as I got two wonderful children out of it, but that I let some important friendships go away. In this case, it wasn't my fault, but I'm just glad to know the guy again.