So, I just told my oldest son that he's going to have to start paying rent. He's not too happy about it. I've developed an appreciation for that old saying that when people say they want kids, they're talking about babies or maybe small children, but not teenagers. Man, whoever thought I'd be birching about my teenagers. When the hell did this happen? The younger one is looking less and less like he'll be able to learn how to live in the outside world before something awful happens. That's another post in and of itself, though. In other news, I've managed to obtain the digital versions of the walking dead comics (I guess that's graphic novels for you pedantic so-and-sos out there), and I've gotta say, they're good, and they work with the show a lot better than other books to movies I could name. I'm looking at you, LOTR. Now, what to do with the rest of the day?