Ad Astra

by Joe on January 1, 2012 at 12:01 AM

Happy New Year…

Let’s hope those Mayans were wrong and the world doesn’t come to an end next December. Personally, I think they just got tired of carving and figured some future generation of stone-cutters would carry the calendar out a few more millennia.

I had such plans for my time off in December, then the sick got me and I couldn’t do a damn thing I’d planned to do. The little art work I tried to do, just looks awful, so I scrapped it and waited til I was feeling better. Now, due to some work I’ll be doing around the house, hammer and nail stuff, I will have to hold off Ad Astra another week or so. Sorry, it can’t be helped.

Just as a teaser, I’ll be presenting a short history of the Valiants, beginning with the origins of Liberator and Dauntless, in World War Two. I know, it’s a bit out of the Ad Astra milieu, but I promise it ties in with what’s happening on Earth in the 27th1/2 century. Plus, I’ve wanted to do a Golden Age thing for awhile, now.

Speaking of Golden, I just couldn’t resist picking on the little guy.

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What’s taking so long…

by Joe on January 27, 2012 at 12:15 AM

I confess I never planned for Ad Astra’s hiatus to run so long. I’ve had an unusually difficult couple of months, first a sinus infection floored me, then as I was recovering from one, another hit and I had a nice little visit to the hospital, after waking up one night with a case of vertigo. In the midst of that, we did some work on the house and that took all my days off. Was planning to get more work done at the drawing board this week, but it seems I’ve got something else in the old upper-respiratory region that’s jacking with me.

For those who don’t know, the 26th was my 49th birthday, which I mostly spent in bed, with stuffy sinuses and myriad aches and pains. Yayy!

Ad Astra will return soon. I appreciate your patience and hope I haven’t lost too many readers with all this down time.

–Joe

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Open Season on Spammers

by Joe on January 3, 2012 at 10:38 AM

Can we get the Fish and Wildlife people to sanction a season on spammers? I’m deleting 10-15 spam comments a day, the last couple of days!

Think of it… a wall in your den, decorated with the mounted heads of spammers from all over the world. For the first few seasons, I recommend no bag limit, because the population is so overwhelmingly out of balance. After ten years, or so, when the population is down to sustainable levels, we could have a bag limit of, say, 4 spammers per season. They breed like rabbits, though, so maybe it should be 8 or 10? We’ll have to see what the wildlife management people say, they’re trained in that kind of thing.

That breeding thing just hit me, who would breed with a spammer? I think we’re talking seriously damaged individuals, don’t you? Or, maybe spammers have protective camouflage, to hide their hideous deformities, both mental and physical. Further research may be needed. Can I get a federal grant, like the guy who had the shrimp on the treadmill?

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Man, I hate being sick

by Joe on December 21, 2011 at 9:18 AM

Almost two weeks ago, I went back to work on Friday ( I’m off work Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday) and from the time I got up until I discovered a benedryl/ibuprophen combo that finally helped for a few hours at a time, I had a non-stop splitting headache. I missed work Monday, it was so bad. Made an appointment for the doctor and the test came back positive for strep. The funny thing was, apart from the headache-from-hell and, later, some muscle and joint aching, I felt all right. No sore throat, no coughing or sneezing or any of the usual crap I get once or twice a year.

Finally feeling better, now, but I haven’t been able to get any work done on anything. It’s maddening when I have ideas flowing through my feeble brain and I can’t sit at the drawing board and concentrate on anything. And to make matters worse, my freaking sleep schedule is completely screwed up.

I’m hoping to get focused over the next couple of days and at least get a few pages roughed out.

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