Beautiful Disease......

FRIDAY---

I get up and feed the cats and organize around the house a bit. Kelly is off to work so it is up to me to take some of the laundry in and get some done. I am out of shirts, socks and other unmentionables. I hate doing the laundry. Its not the actual carrying it, washing it, drying, bringing it back that bothers me. Its the wait while it washes and dries. I sit there alone around a bunch of odd people. Everyone of them looks at me out of the corner of my eye like I am a serial rapist, who is stalking out the local laundrymat waiting to spring into action. When in reality, I am sitting on an uncomfortable bench cause I am too fat to fit in the booth chairs they have there. I sit my notepad on my belly and write down scripts and ideas I have. In which case, I start on a new Pleasant Hymns script for this idea I have of a "side project." More on that later.

I get done with laundry just in time to head to work for my daily beating. Since the previous night was hell, I am assuming that this night will be just as bad. Luckily when I get in, all the ads are done but Another image setter is down, so we are stuck with one. Everyone jams onto it at once... except for me. I gotta wait until everyone else is finished. Finally around 1:30am, I get to use it and my job is done in about 4 minutes. They paid me for 7 hours of work by that point... me waiting for a job.

I helped out in the camera room to speed things along to get us out of there on a timely basis. All that work that isn't mine to do. Do I get an employee of the month for that? Fuck no! But finally, we get to leave and it feels great. So great in fact that I pass out immediately upon my return home and don't get to play any video games like I wanted to.

Great Friday eh?

SATURDAY---

I wake up at 9am to go to Saginaw to get my son. We always meet there. He's lively and talkative as ever. We make a pitstop at COY'S COMICS SHOP. this old, out of the way comic shop in downtown Saginaw. There I chat up with a couple of really nice cats, one of which was an artist in his own right. He showed me his portfolio, which had some really nice stuff. I passed along my card and said maybe I'd run into them at NOVI in May. I scored some art paper and a couple free comics before heading home.

We got home and went to the game store. I bought him a SPONGEBOB game to play at my house, while I got this crap Taimco collection (space invaders, Qix, Elevator Action, etc.) We play video games and watch cartoons all night till he passes out around 10:30. I pass out around midnight, dead tired from the lack of sleep.

SUNDAY---

The Codester wakes me up around 6:40am (GAH!!!!!) and makes me watch him play video games again. I try to snooze on the couch while taking in him screaming "YEAH!" or "I CAN'T BEAT THIS PART!" This is the hard part for me. I am NOT a morning person, and I don't want to take it out on the Codester. So, I bite my lip and try to sleep. Then he pulls some of the "Daddy, why won't you play with me? Come see your son play." Type of stuff, which melts me, and infuriates me at one time. But I opt for the former and try to stay awake. We play some games and watch some Scooby Doo while I try to squeeze in an hour of drawing at the coffeetable. I get one page of EARTHGIRL done. (oh, don't know what that is? Read on...) Kelly gets home so we decide to head to a restaurant, the park and to get Dairy Queen. The codester and I run around for about an hour or two losing weight. We retire home where I say I am gonna FINALLY break out my DRAGON QUEST 8 (a game I bought a month ago, and have yet to play cause I have been so busy with comic stuff). Cody, surprisingly only wants to watch me play. Its an RPG, not his style so that is fine.

I play for 5 hours until we all pass out.

MONDAY---

Codester wakes me up around 9 asking to play DRAGON QUEST 8. I let him while I check internet junk. Then I clean house and take him home. While there, his mother asks if I would be interested in changing his last name to my name. I was smiling the whole hour drive home. I call my parents and tell them the good news.

See, our family is into tradition and "names" meaning inheritance of legacy, manhood, history and all that cal. Only two people, Darren and myself are "talley" men and are able to carry on the family name. I have a brother by name, but he is mentally handicapped. But now, Cody will have my last name. The family will go on. He has just inherited our history, and to me, cannot be considered a "footnote" or an offshoot. Not that I consider him that anyway, but I do think that its better for history of our family. I am immensely proud. There is a scene in the "Lonesome Dove" western sequal where a guy decides to tell this boy that he is his father, and that he wants him to have his name. "Giving you my name is something I ain't ashamed of."

Thats kinda how I feel. When I first realized my sons existance, I was ashamed. Not cause of how it made me look, but that he doesn't have a "traditional" family. Has 2 moms, 2 dads, etc. But now I consider him lucky. He gets double the presents, double the love. And now he inherits my name, all the history, rights and priveleges thereto.

And I know my dad is stoked.

Speaking of which, my parents call and say they are coming up next weekend, which is exciting. KElly and I go out to dinner, and then get some DVDS. (I get CKY 1-2, VIVA LA BAM season 4-5, and StarTREK DSP season 1, now on super sale at WalMart.) I play DRAGON QUEST 8 for about 9 hours until passing out, my old sleep pattern now intact.