Blogging has been kind of light lately - content-wise if not always amount-of-post-wise. I chalk this up to a couple of different factors.
For one, the holiday season is here, and I've been busy getting everything ready for Christmas. Lots of decorating, some last bits of shopping (stocking stuffers at this point), and, of course, some television to be watched. This is where I'm lagging behind the most. I haven't even watched Charlie Brown yet! It's a travesty, I know.
(Incidentally, do any of you who own the DVD of A Charlie Brown Christmas find yourself missing the "CBS Special Presentation" stinger - the one with the dramatic music and spinning words - as much as I do? Chuck's Christmas woes just ain't the same without it.)
Second, I find that my job is really starting to get me down. The job itself is okay, mind you - they could pay me more, sure, but you know, it's alright - but the hours, they are pretty much "teh suck," as they say on the inter-ma-net. Sundays from noon to 8 and Monday through Thursday nights until 11. Bleh. It was bad enough when it was just Erin and I, but now that Liam is here, I mind it even more. You'd think working nights would mean getting to see my kid all day long, but it rarely works out that way. Erin leaves for work super early, Liam tends to be an early riser, and I, as I stated, work late, get home later, and get to bed even later still (and I'm not one of those people who can crawl straight into bed either, unfortunately). So, since I need to sleep, Liam spends the days with his reliable, free childcare provider, his Grandpa Steve. It's a great arrangement for all involved, to be sure, but by the time I get up and do the things that need doing in the mornings, I don't get a lot of time to spend with Liam before I go to work.
It's not like I don't get to see him at all. I keep him at home Monday mornings, and all day Friday and Saturday (my weekend). On the other days, I make sure to go over to be with him for as much time as possible. And on the days Steve can't take him first thing (or at all), I'll definitely get up, though I can't do those as often as I'd like, as childcare on 4 to 5 hours sleep is really difficult 2 or more days in a row.
So yeah, it could be worse. But the fact is, I miss seeing my kid. I miss seeing my wife. And as strange as it sounds, working normal daytime hours would actually make it so I could see them more.
So if there aren't many posts around here, or the ones that are here seem kind of light, it's not because I'm lazy. It's because a lot of days, I find it kind of hard to care.
Speaking of things that I'm finding it hard to care about, DC posted the solicits for March 2006, revealing their plans for the post-Infinite Crisis "One Year Later" thing.
For the most part? Meh. Seriously and spectacularly meh.
It reminds me of the whole post-Zero Hour thing: it's a bunch of specially-designed "jumping on points for new readers" full of allegedly shocking changes-for-the-sake-of-changes. New teammates! New costumes! New identities! Who got knocked up? Who is being replaced until their next big movie or tv show comes out? Who is Batman now? Why is the new Robin uniform patterned after the version shown on a cartoon cancelled five years ago? Give us your hard-earned cash to find out!
Just like Zero Hour. And you know, I bought into it back then. I was young, I was impressionable, I didn't have a girlfriend to spend the money what little money I made on instead. But now, I'm older, I'm wiser, I'm cynical, and I have a wife and child to spend what little make on instead. As a man once said, "Fool me once, shame on... shame on you. Fool me... (longish pause) you can't get fooled again."
I'd be lying if I said that there wasn't anything interesting coming out of this. Supergirl and the Legion of Super-Heroes sounds fun, but I buy Legion anyway, so that's a no-brainer. Walter Simonson and Howard Chaykin on Hawkgirl earns a look on the creative talents' respective careers alone. And the Kurt Busiek/Jackson Guice swords & sorcery take on Aquaman sounds intriguing (sorry Scipio).
But the rest of One Year Later? Well, it all seems like a case of - to quote another man (a Brit this time) - "second verse, same as the first."