Eye’ve got you, babe.

SPECIAL EYEBALL UPDATE: the eye surgery went well, despite looking like this for a few hours after the event:


After a post-op check-up on Thursday, it looks like I’m well on my way to healing up and being back in stereoscopic action before you know it. However, it is going to take some time for that eye to clear up as it heals from the recent medical intrusions. So, in the meantime, since having one good eye and one eye’s vision temporarily obscured is a bit distracting, if not outright headache inducing, you may catch me at the store looking a little something like this:


Look, it was either that or squeezing my right eye shut for hours at t time. I mean, yes, I know, it’s good enough for Popeye, but friends, I am no Popeye. I’m not really much of a Nick Fury, either…more “nearly forgotten David Hasselhoff TV version” than “far cooler Samuel Jackson version.”

Anyway, thanks for all your good thoughts and well-wishes, here, on Twitter, via email and otherwise. I appreciate it all, and I should be back into regular blogging action next week.

9 thoughts on “Eye’ve got you, babe.”

  1. Sir, you are no Popeye. You are no Nick Fury, either. You, sir, are ODIN THE ALL-FATHER! Enjoy a speedy recovery.

  2. Very happy to learn of your surgical success. You seem to have done well despite, in the first foto, having a cheese grater taped onto your eyeball.

  3. “You think you’re the only one buying comics in Camarillo?”

    Mike emerges from the shadows behind the register, clad in his eyepatch, as the customer walks up with his weekly books..

    “You’ve become part of a bigger store, you just don’t know it yet.”

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