Ice, Ice, Baby...

I'd planned on getting a review or two up today, along with a few more comments about various & sundry things on my mind, but was distracted by a few things today: 1. My buddy Rob and I took Son to the local zoo. Daughter wanted to go, but appears to be fighting off a cold, so she stayed home with Mrs. Z. 2. Mrs. Z. and I enjoyed a rare night out sans children and went ice skating. Keep in mind: growing up in the desert (Bako's the greenest, coldest place I've ever lived), I've never ice skated before. Still, never underestimate the capacity of the human mind to delude itself. I envisioned myself zipping around the ice like Iceman his own self, or even Apolo Ono. The reality is that, while I didn't fall (thanks to my rented walker), I sure looked like I would any second. I looked like Apolo Ono, all right: if he was 80 and had suddenly forgotten every single thing he knew about skating.

Again, short story long, I'll try & get something up before the end of the weekend; I've got a few thoughts on the first 2 weeks worth of 52, along with a few other questions/ideas.

Peace!