Congratulations Mr. Roy Halladay

Roy Halladay just pitched a no-hitter in the first game of the National League Division Series.

A no-hitter. Only the 2nd one in postseason history. His 2nd no-hitter this year.

Wow.

My brother, sister, & I all celebrated together on Twitter. Not to be outdone, Mom called all of us. Yeah, that’s right. Some parents call their kids for major holidays. My parents call me for the playoffs.

Or in this case, major Hallidays.

Thank you, Phillies, for a wonderful evening.

There is a fracture. I need to fix it.

This movie has become a bit of a meme around our house. The phrase “There is a [x]. I need to fix it.” is muttered at least once a day. So that y’all don’t think I’m bonkers when I’m muttering it under my breath, I’m sharing it with y’all.

(It might help to know that asystole is the medical term for flatlining.)

Many many thanks to Jo from Head Nurse for posting it, as it had both Nighthawk and I laughing so hard we couldn’t breathe.

Beach again, beach again, jiggidy jig

Today has not gone quite according to plan.

We got a bit of a late start, mostly because I got a bit of a late start, which I blame on being up until gawdawful hours last night/this morning.

That late start was followed by a slight tiny 45-minute detour to Rehoboth Beach, because someone (me) missed the sign that said “Salisbury, Md This Way” and we stayed on Rt 1 too long.

We finally arrived at our hotel in Virginia Beach about 2 hours later than planned to discover that the only room in the hotel available is a 2nd floor handicap room right off the elevator, with a giant porch that has cigarette butts on it. We’d be thoroughly annoyed except a) we’re too tired to be more than slightly annoyed and b) we’ve been promised a high room off the elevators tomorrow.

It turns out there’s both a triathlon and an airshow in town, and if that wasn’t enough the hotel has a wedding filling the rest of the rooms. On Sunday, this place should clear out and we’ll have a lot more options available to us.

For now, though, I have a big patio and a view of the ocean, the weather’s beautiful, I’m here with my favorite person in the whole world, and there’s a Phillies game in a half hour. One I can watch on my iPad. Life? Life is pretty good.

(Hotel shadow on beach, but look! Ocean!)

Some quick thoughts

Had a great idea for a comic earlier this weekend but the time I was going to spend on it got eaten by WordPress updates, plugin updates, and an argument with a server over what version of PHP I was running.

Meanwhile, also got the house cleaned up, the closets cleaned out, lots of errands run, watched the Phillies win and then lose and then win, watched the Eagles fall on their face, threw the squeaky pig and/or the ball for Kaylee ten thousand times, took two walks for a total of 3 miles, and went to see Scott Pilgrim.

Look, if you’ve ever liked comics, comic strips, video games, being 17-23, bad bands, or strangely-choreographed martial-arts-like fighting, and you haven’t seen Scott Pilgrim vs the World get thine ass to the thea-tah before it clears out and you have to wait for video, because it ROCKS.

You also owe it to yourself to read the books. Now. Now now now now now. Look, even Nighthawk liked them. Go go go.

This coming week consists of much insanity as Nighthawk and I prep for our holy-crap-it’s-September-where’d-the-summer-go vacation in Virginia Beach, which commences Saturday. Maybe while I’m lounging by the beach I’ll get off my ass and draw some comics.