There are several superheroes who could help in this situation

iwasgoingtoposttodaybutitissofreezinginmyofficethatmyfingertipshave
nofeelingandithurtstotype.shiftandspacebarmostespecially.

Mother frakker

Ok, I've read exactly one and a half comics this week, and I don't even remember what happened in that half, and we're going to Rhode Island for the weekend, and reading in the car makes me barfy. So the outlook for all your favorite ABC content (including the podcast) is in the lame zone. If all goes as planned, I'll use my penultimate summer Friday (3pm release) to read like a crazy person and be inspired accordingly. I hope they've put out the fire on the train that snookered my commute this morning. Blah blah blah. Can you tell I don't like leaving the blog blank? Twit.

TCBY do I even try

So I had this great idea to do a Weekly Yogurt Review (or somesuch) for which I would do my Wednesday route from physical therapy to Forbidden Planet to Red Mango, read one comic book while eating a delicious, adorably Japanese cup of green tea froyo with strawberries and mochi, and then come home and write a kick-ass review. Sweet, right? Who doesn't like a frozen-treat-inspired piece of graphic lit crit? No one! So last week was Billy Batson and the Magic of Shazam #1, and I was all stoked about it, and then I really just up and totally forgot to do the frickin review. This week there were no comics on Wednesday due to the holiday, and I don't have physical therapy on Thursdays, so I won't be able to get out early to do the yogurt thing (also because I have a haircut). Next week is the last week that my insurance has approved PT, so I pretty much only have one Wednesday to embark on this super precious theoretically ongoing feature. Kind of takes the air out.

Anyway, I just wanted to give you all a little peek into my typical process following the best-laid plans. It's a talent to be so consistently inert, and I just want credit where it's due.

Insert Marvel/DC publication delay excuse here

Naturally, I chose to start this adorable new project during one of my busiest periods at work, because that's the kind of twit I am. Hence, with barely three posts in two weeks, I haven't quite gotten this ball over the first hill (hm, that's interesting--maybe I'll start writing entirely in sports metaphors that don't relate to any actual sports). Here's to hoping I get the party started in time to talk about how sad and creepy it was to watch Heath Ledger play the Joker.