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I passed through the Valley of Death...
4 years ago
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... and all I got were these little scars on my belly that seem to be fading as I watch. Not that I'm complaining - when my father had his colonectomy a quarter of a century ago he came home with one large startling scar across his abdomen. Keyhole surgery is the way to go.
I'm still dealing with the various after effects that undergoing such an operation usually results in: physically, my gizzard pretty much forgot how to do its work properly, so that I had to stay pretty close to the bathroom for a long time. It didn't help that the doctors pumped me up with CO2 gas so that they could see what they were doing in there - I don't mind that, but waking up and not being to see my legs due to this vast world globe of flesh was a bit off-putting. It eventually cleared itself out, luckily.
Mentally ... I dunno. I'm sitting here, surrounded on all sides by a lifetime collection of comics and looking around I could give a damn about most of it. I have been slowly approaching this attitude towards accumulating STUFF, and with this current medical adventure still in effect, I have to consider what would happen when, not if, I die. Neither of my sisters know or care about it, and I suspect they would most likely present it to the local comics shop (Bedrock City Comics). As quite a lot of it consists of furry self-pubs and small press zines ... well.
I'm tempted to start parting it out now, while I'm still around to make the appropriate decisions - all the comics I haven't read in years and probably never will again can go now, I think, all the series, such as Fred Perry's Gold Digger (first three volumes), Genus, Furrlough, Liberty Meadows , that I lost interest in and stopped collecting ... clear 'em out so other folks can read or at least collect the things instead. Maybe even make a little money, though I doubt I'd get anything back from the huge amount of money I put into it over the years. Anyhow ...
The weather's been pretty nice for the past week or so and the weather forecast promises more of the same for the next week - clear skies and bright sunshine. I can live with this.
I'm still dealing with the various after effects that undergoing such an operation usually results in: physically, my gizzard pretty much forgot how to do its work properly, so that I had to stay pretty close to the bathroom for a long time. It didn't help that the doctors pumped me up with CO2 gas so that they could see what they were doing in there - I don't mind that, but waking up and not being to see my legs due to this vast world globe of flesh was a bit off-putting. It eventually cleared itself out, luckily.
Mentally ... I dunno. I'm sitting here, surrounded on all sides by a lifetime collection of comics and looking around I could give a damn about most of it. I have been slowly approaching this attitude towards accumulating STUFF, and with this current medical adventure still in effect, I have to consider what would happen when, not if, I die. Neither of my sisters know or care about it, and I suspect they would most likely present it to the local comics shop (Bedrock City Comics). As quite a lot of it consists of furry self-pubs and small press zines ... well.
I'm tempted to start parting it out now, while I'm still around to make the appropriate decisions - all the comics I haven't read in years and probably never will again can go now, I think, all the series, such as Fred Perry's Gold Digger (first three volumes), Genus, Furrlough, Liberty Meadows , that I lost interest in and stopped collecting ... clear 'em out so other folks can read or at least collect the things instead. Maybe even make a little money, though I doubt I'd get anything back from the huge amount of money I put into it over the years. Anyhow ...
The weather's been pretty nice for the past week or so and the weather forecast promises more of the same for the next week - clear skies and bright sunshine. I can live with this.
The farts must have been window-rattling. Did you record any of 'em?
And hey, I'll take the Gold Digger volumes, if they're goin'. Liberty Meadows, too?
Gold Digger comix: Vol 1 (4 issues, 1992-93); vol 2 (50 issues 1993-99), and vol 3 or "c" (I have up to 55 (2004) when I quit, and there are 10 missing issues after #27). It got to be nothing but fight scenes at that point.
Liberty Meadows, stopped at #26, missing 12, 13, 20, 21, 23 and 25 (1999-2001), also LB Wedding Album (#36?)
It would be faster to sell to dealers but I wouldn't get much.
I hear ya on the *stuff* angle, I need to find a way to pare down my own collections of junk, be better for my health.
Blue skies, it's a good thing to live with!