Pimping My Stuff: Dear Teen Me

I always hate doing the "sorry for the lack of posts lately post, but...sorry for the lack of posts lately. I've been hit by the killer combo of two totally positive but very time-consuming things in some exciting new projects at Marvel plus the ramp-up to WonderCon as well as a move from Saddle Brook, New Jersey a half hour south to Edison in order to accommodate my lovely bride's new job as a nurse at St. Peter's Hospital in New Brunswick.

While things will keep going hard and heavy at Marvel (and I wouldn't have it any other way), now that I'm getting gradually settled in my swank new two-floor townhouse (it's pretty huge, but I'm a nurse's trophy husband now, so I deserve it), I'm hoping to get back to blogging a bit more regularly.

Or you'll get another sorry for the lack of posts post in a couple weeks.

In the mean time, I had the great pleasure of doing a guest spot over at Dear Teen Me, a blog run in part by my old co-editor-in-chief at my college paper (and not my same-named sister) Emily Morse. I wrote a letter to my teenage self that covered everything from my career to my relationship hits and misses to my health issues to my astonishment that Smallville lasted 10 years and more. It's a deeply personal piece and I'm quite proud of how it turned out, so if you follow this blog at all for me and not just the Adam-X pics, I think it's worth a look.

Gotta go unpack, but once I'm through these boxes, more posting! I hope! Maybe!

(That's my kneeling in the nWo Wolfpac shirt in the pic off top, by the way)

My wife the nurse

Nothing to say on comics, movies or even Subway today (soon though); instead, I'd like to write a quick blog on where I spent the morning, and that was watching my wife Megan graduate from the Accelerated Nursing program at William Paterson University.

A little over two years ago, Megan informed me she wanted to become a nurse. She already had a B.A. in Theater and was looking to potentially continue down that path in grad school when she decided instead to fork left. I admit that I was skeptical at first, as she hadn't even held a full-time job more than a few months yet at that point and now wanted to switch career paths, but she was adamant.

She proved any initial doubt I had in her or her resolve wrong in spades.

Through nine months of pre-requisite classes and then 15 more of lecture courses, simulation labs, and clinical time spent on hospital floors, not to mention countless nights, early mornings and weekends spent studying, writing papers and studying some more, she persevered and not only achieved success, but thrived. She not only received the pin representing her BSN this morning, she was also awarded for being at the top of her class in Clinical Excellent as selected by her professors (an honor she did not know she was getting prior to having it handed to her a few hours ago).

Words can't express the pride I feel for my wife and what she has done. I have never seen anybody work as hard and as tirelessly as she has over the past two years. It has been challenging, emotional, and sometimes seemingly impossible, but she overcame every obstacle and reached her goal. She dedicated her pin in part to the support I gave her, but I was just happy to be on her team. She is my hero.

Congratulations, Megan Morse--you're a nurse, sweetheart!