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I read comic books. I admit it. I like em. I am NOT one of the stereotypical convention type comic geeks. I swear. I'm Married. I know and have conversations with other women, I watch sports. So don't pigeonhole me. Anyway, back to comics. Perhaps my biggest hobby deals with digital comics. People scan and distribute comics for people to download. They are distributed in many ways, peer to peer sharing, IRC and my favorite, Usenet. With a premium Usenet server (I suggest Giganews) you can download up to 300 comic books a week. There is something for everyone, ranging from newer comics to Silver Age beauties that you would never have a chance to read if not for this cool hobby. Not only do I download comics, Im an active scanner. I have scanned and posted over 400 comics to Usenet. I helped found a comic scanning "group" called HACSA (Half Assed Comic Scanning Authority). Its a group of friends with similar intrerest that hang out on IRC. We've been doing it for over three years now, its really a fun thing. Definitely one of those things where you tell someone about it and they look at you like you have a 3rd eye.

There's a S@#$ Cloud Comin!

Heading out to lunch today, I saw the chance of storm clouds rolling in. I hoped it would rain like heck for two reasons. One, staves of the dreaded watering of the lawn season and two, no baseball practice for @. * went home from work today and that my friends is a rarity. It rained hard enough to cancel baseball so the family taxi was not in service tonight. * didn't feel like eating, so I took the boy and we hit the local KFC for some popcorn chicken. Stopped at Best Buy and picked up the Survivor DVD I spoke of previously with one of my birthday gift certificates. Watched Monster House - Amusement Park House tonight. Not one of their better efforts. Some individual aspects of the project were really cool, but as a whole, it didn't work for me. After being extremely tired at work (the anti-biotic maybe?) today, I had every intention of turning in early. Made it in bed by nine, only to hear the Law And Order theme playing. I closed my eyes at ten, immediately after the guilty verdict.

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