Did some toy photography over the weekend. Nothing fancy — just me, my office-issued phone, my Antman and Wasp action figures, the wifey’s Groot pot, and the sunlight. Took dozens of shots and came up with a favorite. I killed boredom during my long commute home today by tinkering with an app to gave it the bokeh effect. It was hard work, as the van was cramped and I was seated beside a mumbling weirdo who kept on staring at what I was doing. Still, I was rather impressed with my output.
(Mental note: I really should score a DSLR camera, take this hobby to the next level.)
Meanwhile, Monday. Nothing out of the ordinary. Woke up, went to work, went home. Read a Suicide Squad comic in the morning, helped the kiddo with her Math assignment at night. Considered reading Kingdom Come in bed but found myself too sleepy for it.
For music I reached back to the 90s: Pantera’s Cowboys from Hell.
Picked up from where I left off in the Adam Glass run of Suicide Squad today. Issue #14 is kind of disturbing. I imagine feminists angrily raising their fists at the violent treatment of Harley Quinn here by her beloved “puddin,” the Joker. One scene shows her hanging by her neck, with a chain for a noose, as the Joker gleefully interrogates her. It’s sick, it’s twisted, and I wonder if this issue got flak when it was released years ago, even though there were fewer hotheads on the Internet back then, and political correctness wasn’t as big as it is today.
A comic book a day 