12 Steps of Disorganization

I am at the comic book store because Spazdog is being locked up for Muscular Dystrophy Association.



But as I was switching out with our favorite daytime helper, she told me that Shawn admitted that the chaos in the store was totally his fault and that is glad he is surrounded by people who want to help him stay organized.



That made me think of the AA 12 steps. I wonder which one he's on? If you think of me and other excellent organizational goddesses as the god referred to in the steps, he might very well be on step 6 or 7.

THE TWELVE STEPS OF DISORGANIZED COMIC BOOK STORE OWNERS ANONYMOUS

1. We admitted we were powerless over disorganization — that our lives had become unmanageable.
2. Came to believe that a Power greater than ourselves (Girl SpazDog and friends) could restore us to sanity.
3. Made a decision to turn our will and our lives over to the care of Girl SpazDog and friends as we understood Her.
4. Made a searching and fearless moral inventory of ourselves.
5. Admitted to Girl SpazDog, to ourselves and to another human being the exact nature of our wrongs.
6. Were entirely ready to have Girl SpazDog remove all these defects of character.
7. Humbly asked Her to remove our shortcomings.
8. Made a list of all persons and comics we had harmed, and became willing to make amends to them all.
9. Made direct amends to such artists and writers wherever possible, except when to do so would injure them, the store or others.
10. Continued to take personal inventory and when we were wrong promptly admitted it.
11. Sought through organizing and diligence to improve our conscious contact with comics wanting only for organizational skills of Her will for the store and the power to carry that out.
12. Having had a spiritual awakening as the result of these steps, we tried to carry this message to all customers and to practice these principles in all our affairs.

We'll see how he keeps it up once it's organized.

Dedicated Gamer

I just sold a Star Wars collectable minatures game (cmg) booster to kid. He had come in earlier and bought two of my three boosters on the shelf. He came back 2 hours later to buy the last one. I asked him if he was getting good pieces out of the booster packs. I mean, why else would you keep buying? His friend gleefully reported that he bought it so that the other guy they play with wouldn't get the pieces he needed by buying the last booster box. 

Now I used to play a cmg game called Heroclix but sheesh, I was never so cunning as to buy up the boosters so my opponents wouldn't buy them. That is some serious gaming strategy right there. 

I just thank my lucky stars that he's buying them at our shop and not off eBay. Yeah to helping your local comic book store! 

I'm Back...

Microblogging just doesn't do it all for me.

I need more space.

I need more words.

I need formatting.

So, I am back.

Life is good. Yesterday was a very manly day for Female Spazdog. Cleaned battery posts to get the mom-mobile up and running again. Taught little girl spazdog how to jump a dead car battery. Little spazdog had no interest.

Store is well. My life has changed since last year.
...new job, new volunteering, new hair, new school for kids, etc.
the list could go on and on. But I will spare you.

We'll just keep this focused on the store.

What I am reading...
Books without pictures: The Graveyard Book, Good Omens and Three Days to Never.
Books with pictures: Air, Pride and Prejudice, House of Mystery and Young Liars.

Where have you been Female SpazDog?

Sick from a stick.
Apparently working a day job, volunteering, mothering and owning a business kind of wears you down. So much so that when you defy the laws of physics to step on stick and puncture the top of your foot, it turns into evil infection that turns you into the gimping Female SpazDog.
But then the universe has to have some giggles. So then I am turned into gimping Female SpazDog with pink eye.
But because you have to make the story even more compelling, the doctor has to give you antibiotics for your foot and eye that you are allergic to so that you turn into the gimping non-functioning Female SpazDog with pink eye.

But I am on the mend. Enough that I helped out with Free Comic Book Day. More about that in a day or two.

Our Brush with the Secret Service

Ok, so really it was just a phone call, but it was still strange to be calling them. In case you are unaware, the secret service handles investigation of counterfeit money. Yup, the SpazDog got passed a fake $20.

How stupid do we feel? As soon as we swiped it with our counterfeit pen, it turned black immediately. By that time, the thief was long gone.

Yup....Sigh....

Anyway, if you see a blond trailer trash type who is completely tweeked out, wearing tank top three sizes too small and dragging a scraggly looking kid, beware of the money she will give you.
It's probably fake.

Death = $$$

Ok, for those of you who think I do this for the love of comics, you might not want to read this. Because the truth of the matter is, I am doing it for my hubby. All I want is for him to do what he loves. Secondary to that, I don't want to lose my shirt doing it.
So how happy was I when I heard from hubby early yesterday afternoon that our sales totals were double our average day. Why? Apparently Captain America had been shot. Hmm, I say we start shooting up all sorts of superheroes if that's what sells.
I know, I know, people were only buying to own a piece of history. That's cool. I just hope a few of them open the book and see something they like.


My favorite comment the whole day:
I told my Dear Auntie what a great day we were having.
She asked, "Why?"
I said, "Captain America died today."
Her response, "Oh, was he old?"


Oh to go back to those days when I probably would have asked the same question!

I am officially one of them...

****SPOILER ALERT***** (if you haven't read Civil War #7 and don't want to know what happened, don't read this post until you have.)

I was reading Civil War #7 the other day. (Still not one of them.)

As I was reading it, I was thinking to myself, "Hmmm, if Mr. Fantastic gets shot while he's all stretched out does it do less damage or more damage when he shrinks back down?" (Getting close to nerdom, but not quite there.)

I then turned to ask my hubby and Magic Card Dude their opinion on the matter.

DING!! DING!! DING!! --- We have a winner!! She is officially a comic book nerd.