noideadog: (comics)
Front page of the new(ish) New Avengers comic:

The picture, from left to right: Luke Cage, Ms Marvel, Dr Stephen Strange, Wolverine, Some Guy who I vaguely recognise from recent issues, Mockingbird.

Underneath: "One of these Avengers will DIE!"

Gosh, I wonder who it will be! No red shirt, but he does have an orange cloak.

Aw, I should be applauding that of the six characters, two are women and two are black (even if the one without his own title is so clearly not going to make it through this adventure.). Marvel are definitely getting better. Slowly.

Edit:I look forward to, years from now, looking back at posts like this all "This tiny token gesture towards equal representation was an exceptionally good day? Man, I can't believe how much better things are now!"
noideadog: (comics)
Watching tv with your bloke some evenings is the best, especially when you download an entire season of something from the internet (legally, of course!) and watch a bunch of episodes at a time. There's some great tv out there. Joel and I are coming to the end of Veronica Mars (it's very good!) and thinking about what to watch next. In the past three years, we've watched all of Life On Mars, Battlestar Galactica, New Doctor Who, Six Feet Under and the good bits of Heroes. What should we watch next? There are a bunch of things that only one of us have seen, but that are worth a rewatch:

[Poll #1630100]

Comic con was today. Last year was brilliant, but this year didn't do much for me, and I don't know if the convention changed, or if I did, or if maybe I wasn't in the right frame of mind for costumes and in-jokes and detailed questions about Ultimate Hercules. There were just too many people. Tiarnan and I walked through most of the trade hall, not finding anything we wanted enough to fight for through the river of undulating nerd. We mostly stopped to read t-shirt slogans. They're very meta: "Nathan Lane for President"; the "Wolfram and Hart" company logo; "Member of the League of Evil Exes"; "Bad Wolf"; "Brilliant!"; that sort of thing. It's rather good when there's no context whatsoever and you have to just know.

The most appalling shirt was Mario Brothers-inspired: Two Girls One-Up. (And, oh my, Google sure stopped instant-searching early on into the search query to find that shirt. Also, if you don't know why this is funny and awful all at once, congratulate yourself and move on. Don't go research what it means. I am so serious about this.)

We went to a single panel, the Marvel Next Big Thing presentation. During the Q&A, I asked Brian Michael Bendis if there'd be any more Alias ever. He said yes, they wanted to do it, but they needed to wait a while because Michael Gaydos was busy and it wouldn't be right to do it without him. Since this is demonstrably true, I guess I can wait, and if they can get David Mack for covers again, I might actually have no further wishes in the universe. There'll be more Alias late next year, they hope, and Jessica Jones will feature heavily in New Avengers. People hurrayed and I was happy because Alias is really, really good and New Avengers is the only spandex title I still read.

Oh, which reminds me that we saw Alex Maleev drawing stuff. He was selling amazing Daredevil watercolors, but I wasn't sure I wanted to spend $350 on a superhero, especially without checking whether Joel would tolerate it taking pride of place in the living room. (A quick poll right now says "...maybe.")
noideadog: (culture)
There is an ant walking along the top of my laptop. There's no food up there, ant. What a long journey though: through the door, across the tiles, up on to the bed, up my leg, onto the laptop, all the way to the top of the screen, and then I hope it's an awe-inspiring view of the whole kingdom/bedroom to make up for there being no food at all. Not even a place to stick a little flag. Poor ant. I really like ants, except when there are millions of them and they're swarming and then I find them a bit freaky.

The rest of this post contains spoilers for His Girl Friday (1940s movie), Revenge of the Skrulls or whatever (recent Marvel silliness) and what we're having for dinner. If you care about being surprised by any of these, you should go read something else now.

We watched His Girl Friday last night and I learned that being a big manipulative jerkface will make intelligent women fall in love with you. It's useful to know. For guaranteed results, you have to make sure to you never listen to a word they say, and you should always physically restrain them when they try to walk away from you. Women totally love that. I don't mean that Hildy wasn't fantastic: she got some great and funny and vicious lines, and she was self-assured and awesome right until she devolved at the end. Did she catch a brain disease? Did she piss off a writer? There's no other explanation for her wacky decisions. And couldn't she have punched Walter in the face just once? Just one time? Just for me? I was fine with her going back to newspapers instead of marrying the world's most boring insurance salesman, but why would she decide to marry that appalling man instead? I was so sad for her, though I think it was supposed to be a happy ending.

You know what I love? I love not living in the 40s. I do wish we still wore hats though.

Today I turned six precarious piles of assorted comics into one small box of good comics and one massive pile of less good comics to inflict on the neighbourhood kids. Someone's got two years of the Marvel main title and Mighty Avengers coming to them. I warn you, Carroll Gardens, there will be skrulls. Nearly everyone's a skrull, magic skrull detection technology will appear after they've spent a bunch of issues explaining how impossible it is and then they'll randomly kill off a character that you're not much supposed to care about, because of pathos and to provide motivation for her husband to go to some batshit thing or other. (She'll get better next year, don't worry). Captain America dies for a few months too. I forget how he gets better, but I don't think it was very interesting. (New Avengers is still great fun and well written, and that's bad luck for the neighbourhood kids because I'm keeping those ones).

Enough about comics. It is time to make dinner. The clammonger sold me some local littleneck and topneck clams, and I'm trying to take a mental step past the fact that they're still alive in my fridge right now, so that I can clean them up a bit, shuck them ("take your clam shucker", advises the internet howto, and I feel a bit inadequate), add some breadcrumbs, garlic and olive oil, then bake them some. The internet doesn't say to put parmesan on top, but it sounds like a great idea to me. The internet does say to add a little white wine, and I'm debating whether to try vermouth instead. Will that ruin everything? Would you, oh interwebs?
noideadog: (Default)
I like this: I just subscribed to the monthly Great Moments in Western Civilization comic, and now I'll get a comic or a something in the post every month. (I already get lots of somethings in the post, but they're all cable bills or enormous catalogues for places I then have to remember not to ever shop in.) I met Caitlin Cass at the MOCCA festival, and she was totally delightful and her comics are too.

February's one is at the bottom of this page:

In other news, it's after midnight and I find myself eating cheese and peanut butter english muffin sandwiches and scolding the fridge for hiding the peanut butter. "Seriously, this is unacceptable, fridge". "I'm sorry", says the fridge. "I'll try harder." (Joel has been gone for 29 hours. Take care of him, Dublin!)
noideadog: (monkey!)
This weekend I: went to Nerd Nite, learned about the sex lives of bugs and spiders, ate half an easter egg, bought a barbecue, assembled patio furniture, sat in the sun with people I like, spent way too much money at the MOCCA festival, met Kate Beaton and Ryan North and R Stevens and a bunch of other comic writers I admire (and was totally not an inarticulate fangirl and you can't prove anything), drank really delicious wine, grilled clams for the first time ever and holy crap they were delicious, ran a couple of miles including the lovely Brooklyn Promenade (way to feel like a New Yorker, you betcha), watched Planet of the Dead (meh) and the Waters of Mars (scary but about 20 minutes too long), and was very happy about the Carroll Gardens Greenmarket opening again for the summer. Local milk, eggs, flowers, fish, sausages and vegetables until November. Hurray!
noideadog: (comics)
DC comics question: I thought 52 was great. Has anyone been reading what happened after the end of 52, particularly with The Question? How is it? What titles should I be reading? Is the new Batwoman any good? (No spoilers please.)
noideadog: (comics)
Is anyone reading FreakAngels? Recent Warren Ellis comics haven't been exciting[1], so I wouldn't have bothered if the Hathor Legacy hadn't endorsed it. Ten episodes in, it's good. I think it might be great. The art is clean and gorgeous, which is always a big draw for me, but the writing's solid too, the dialogue works and the storyline seems like it's going somewhere interesting. Maybe episode 11 is where it gets stupid and I'll take this all back, but I reckon it's worth a look.

Edit: [1] Black Summer might have been ok, actually, but I hated the art so much that I couldn't keep reading it. Doktor Sleepless tried and failed to be Transmet, yawn yawn. No Hero I've already forgotten. He did a good run on Thunderbolts though.
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Comic con
Originally uploaded by xymb.
I'd read than NY Comic Con had 60000 attendees last year, but I didn't really believe it until I stood at the top of the stairs and watched the ocean of people. This picture doesn't do justice to how incredibly many people were in the convention center. There were really, really very many people. Although the prediction of "it will be hell" (from two unconnected people!) didn't hold up, I can see how someone might lose their mind with the irritation of trying to navigate around tens of thousands of excited costumed fan boys and girls.

Comic Con's not just about comics, but about fantasy, gaming, animation, action figures, scifi, collectables and nerdery and pop culture of many kinds. And lots of costumes. I saw:

- very many Marvel and DC heroes and villains
- legions of Jedi
- an eight foot tall semi-animatronic Hulk
- Lara Croft and Indy together
- around five hundred anime and manga characters I didn't recognise
- a couple of Rorshachs
- a Hiro Nakamura
- a -perfect- Link from Zelda
- more gold bikini Princess Leias than you'd think you'd ever find in one place.

People were so into it. It was tremendously sweet and great to watch.

I also went to an interview with the cast of Dead Like Me, met Bryan Lee O' Malley (he signed my book), watched the Vampire Cowboys doing choreographed fighting and wondered about people whose hobby is improvisational Star Trek episodes. I'm going back tomorrow for the Scott Pilgrim panel, and the one on how to sneak diversity into long- established comics without breaking continuity. I expect the preview of Dollhouse, Joss Whedon's new thing, will be mobbed, but it's probably worth a try. Good event, in summary. I'd go again next year.
noideadog: (coffee)
I'm slow of brain and scattered of thought today this week, but here's some things that I'm finding interesting:

First wedding plans: we're looking at May 2010, a fairly small reception, and (I guess) the Dublin registry office. We need to read about what options atheists have for getting married. We're discussing taking each other's citizenships as well, but I need to read more about that too.

Kindle: the kindle continues to be fantastic. I love it so much that I just bought a book (the Kite Runner) that I already had in real life, because it's more comfortable to read on the kindle. It's the best bit of technology I've bought since my powerbook.

Sleep: what the hell is going on, brain? My sleep patterns have become irregular and weird. 9:30pm last night. 2am the night before. 5:30am the night before that. Getting up in the morning is very painful, and I think the weird sleeping is a big part of why my brain is so slow this week. Joel reinstalled the seratonin-lamp on a timer, and it woke me up at 8:30, which hopefully will push me back into some sort of sleep routine. I truly hope so anyway: I haven't been in work before midday all week.

Java: I did a html/css/javascript class today, which was informative and fun. I've developed a new appreciation for formally learning things that I already mostly-sort-of know; it's enjoyable to convert that to solid understanding. Half way through Stanford's CS106A, I've learned far more than I expected from an elementary CS class. For example, as a non-object-oriented-programmer. I never really grokked why it was considered to be so powerful; there was a perfect lightbulb moment about a week ago where suddenly it was so obvious. Wow! I couldn't believe I hadn't understood before. I wanted to wake up Joel, all "Oh my god! Look! Things can know how to do stuff! Other things don't have to know how they do it! This is amazing!". I was quite ridiculously excited about it. Learning java has made my python better too.

Arabic: Arabic starts again next week. I'm looking forward to learning some Arabic grammar, and I've been trying to squeeze some vocabulary into my brain in advance. I have a huge stack of index cards, and I'm going to only write the words in the Arabic alphabet, and try to get less reliant on the handy transliteration. It's slow, but it's fun.

Comic con: NY Comic Con is the weekend after next, and there are approximately seven million guests including (yay!) Bryan Lee O'Malley, author of one of my all-time favourite comics, Scott Pilgrim. I feel like I should be more excited that Brian Michael Bendis, (author of my actual favourite ever comic, Alias) will also be there too, but he's written so much in the last year, and so much of it was crappy, that the excellent stuff from his past is now tainted. Other guests include Garth Ennis, Mike Carey, Joss Whedon, the Penny Arcade gentlemen, Greg Rucka, Alex Maleev, Seth Green, and Grant Morrison, but alas not J. Michael Straczynski who was signed up but then had to go collect his BAFTA instead.

Speaking of Scott Pilgrim: Michael Cera is going to play him in an actual movie. I can't imagine a translation to the screen not sucking, but Michael Cera is a very good start. Hey, have you guys seen Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist yet? It's awfully sweet. (Is "awfully sweet" a good one-line summary of every role Michael Cera has ever played?)

And speaking of happy things: if there was a life backup utility, and I knew I would one day have to save my life at a particular point, I would pick this week. Life is incredibly good and I am grateful to my ancestors and Joel's and the people who founded universities and domesticated cats and invented air travel and set up the internet.
noideadog: (nyom)
We're back in Dublin on Saturday, staying in the Oirishy Arlington Hotel so Joel can easily get his flight home on Sunday morning. My phone charger didn't show, so I'm still not very contactable. If you need me, email is still the way to go.

It was a fairly typical Christmas day in our house. I mostly napped and ate and napped and read and napped and drank wine, with occasional breaks for opening presents. Loot highlight: the Times Comprehensive Atlas of the world, a gorgeous tome of everywhere, containing so much world that it's bigger than my backpack and lacks any obvious method of transportation to the Americas. It has over two hundred pages of index with page titles like ..*heaves atlas onto lap with grunting sounds* .."Gleann na Muaidhe to Gonfaron" and "Tārūt to Telford and Wrekin". I keep remembering that it's mine, and getting excited about it all over again, and Aishling bought it on eBay, she told me proudly, which makes me love it even more.

In between naps today, I read 52, DC's big comics event of last year. Marvel comics events have given me low expectations for these things, so it was a lovely surprise to find that this isn't just an entertaining way of namedropping every character in the universe (as is right and proper), but that it's actively very enjoyable and.. weird but true.. good. The stories are told in a way that.. ugh, I don't know enough about comics nomenclature.. the pictures are totally pulling their weight in telling the story, instead of just illustrating the words. I haven't much associated that with Spandex comics recently; I'd started to think of dialogue as the carrier of the story, with the pictures only doing the work for (boring to me) fight sequences or the parts where I have to spend way too long to figure out what they're trying to tell me is happening. It's refreshing and just -fun- to read comics like this again. It reminds of of Batman comics, back when Batman was good, which I guess implies that I should go back to DC and stop assuming that it will be rubbish. (Sorry, DC). Ok, some of the storylines I could happily do without -- Starfire and Adam Strange and Animal Man in Spaaaaaace! is the obvious first contender here -- but on the whole, highly recommended so far. I've only read the first 27 weeks, so no spoilers please.

My family use traditional irish cooking methods (bake it until it's dessicated; boil it until it's liquid; fry it until it's sorry), which I find kind of challenging, but we had a decent meal and a good day. Joel contributed a slab of Gruyère the size of a Neal Stephenson hardback, and we bought all the brown bread in the world, so I've been overdosing on cheese sandwiches and being happy about that too.

Time to sleep, I think.
noideadog: (coffee)
Today was really nice, not for any sensible reason but just because I made a lovely monitoring console with sans-serif fonts and it looked clean and attractive and when I showed it off to Joel, all of the bits worked and nothing did a spectacular demo-mode FAIL. I guess it doesn't take much to make me feel accomplished, but that and some hanging-out with work people and good pasta for dinner and small things like that added up to feeling like the boss of the world this evening. I told the world to take the evening off, but it said it was having a good time and could it have time in lieu later instead, and I said that was fine.

I read some Persepolis (god, but it's very good; god, but it's very sad) and now.. I don't know, I don't want to go to sleep, because it's been a good day and what if tomorrow is less good or differently good, and today won't be here any more, and what a shame if I slept through the end of it. Do you know?

Today I also renewed my account for redbrick, which was our old college networking society. I logged in and had a dig around at files I hadn't touched in years, like vim swap files that had half-written emails in them that I didn't remember writing, and notes on things I cared about in 2002 and 2005 and it was like excavating and finding little remnants and fingerprints of civilisations gone by, except that the civilisations were me in the past. I found a hey (like an IM) I had saved from Dave Jolt saying that he'd gone out to buy snapple but they didn't have any, so he was thinking of getting tropicana instead, and wasn't that living in the fast lane, and it was a strange sort of happy nostalgia about him doing such a normal thing as wanting snapple and about how it's funny that thinking about someone who has died can be so warming and pleasant, when really you'd think it should be just sad. But after a while it becomes lovely instead. I wouldn't have predicted that.

I miss people in Dublin, but Christmas is coming and I'm looking forward to seeing people then. I was thinking today about an article someone posted that I wasn't able to find again afterwards, about not saying the thing that is most obvious to say. In that spirit, I was considering we on the lj make a deal whereby you don't say "I can't believe they're talking about Christmas already; wow it's not even Hallowe'en; decorations are up already and the world is mad" and so on, and in return I promise not to say "Valentines Day is for lamers, seriously, why can't you be in love all the year round; look it's February 15th, go get someone you love some flowers today just because; Hallmark is made of lose" next February, and we can both think it all we want, but it'd be a good deal, right?

It's 2:08am and the world is ok and I hope you are too.
noideadog: (monkey!)
I think of it as "Fast Show humour", but I bet there's a real term for how things you repeat over and over again get funnier. Here in the office, we've been exchanging Happy Dog the Happy Dog references for a while, and either because of that, or because it's actually very good, every time I think about Happy Dog the Happy Dog, I find it funny all over again. In fact, I just added the comment "Filthy Hack the filthy hack is the filthiest hack on his street!" to some.. uhh.. really high quality code I was writing, and I'm sitting here laughing out loud about how amusing I am. Oh dear.

So, people of the internets, on a scale of zero-is-not-funny to five-is-the-funniest, how funny is the Happy Dog The Happy Dog strip from Dinosaur Comics.

[Poll #1260297]
noideadog: (comics)
Two things from the weekend:

1) You know you've been out of Ireland a while when you're charged $58 for a pair of Levis, and you bristle at being overcharged. I could probably pay for my flights home by smuggling jeans for re-sale.

2) Comic-store-Mark continues to mock my reading choices:

"You have $54 store credit. That should cover one week of secret invasion."


"Once the summer's over, we'll have to get you reading something that's good.".

He's right, of course. Secret Invasion has had some bright moments, but mostly it's expensive and not very exciting. I asked what I should be reading instead, and he gave me a newish Hellboy, observing darkly that "the first one is always free". My comic dealer is cool :-)

Comics I'm reading:

Secret Invasion (Avengers + assorted nonsense)
House of Mystery
Tiny Titans
Hellboy, I guess.

Good comics I'm not reading:

Fables (It's too good. I can't give up the perfect afternoon that comes with each new Fables trade.)
Exterminators (it's good, but it makes me have bad dreams)
DMZ (I always forget what's happening in DMZ five minutes after I put the comic down. It's easier to read the trades.)

Am I missing anything? What else should I be reading?
noideadog: (comics)
My favourite place in NYC is having a sale tomorrow. Their flyer says "Why hurt your fingers lighting fireworks when you can hurt your eyes reading comic books?". That's a sentiment I can get behind.
30% off at Cosmic Comics! Comics here are already so cheap as to effectively be free (which is why I spend at least twice as much on them here as I did at home) so 30% off that makes them very cheap indeed. And I get to see the fireworks tomorrow too. Hurray for America!
noideadog: (comics)
Stan Lee was here yesterday to promote his new book, Election Daze. It didn't follow the normal authors@google format (author stands at a lectern, talks for 30 minutes about their book's subject, and maybe reads from it, and then there are questions). Instead he and some other dude sat in front of the room, and the other dude interviewed him a bit, asking him pre-submitted questions from the audience, and getting him to talk about the new book, before asking for questions from the floor. Here are a representative sample of the questions he was asked, scribbled down from memory after the talk.

[Who would win in a fight, Spiderman or the Black Widow? Like, they're both spiders.]
This was the first question. The moderator read "Who would win in a fight..", then paused for the enthusiastic laughter, then continued. It was great. The answer was "It depends on whether the writer's a man or a woman."

[What non-Marvel characters do you like]
He doesn't read non-Marvel comics. He don't even read Marvel much any more. But if he had to pick, he'd say DC's Lobo who was "a bad guy, and -beautifully- bad".

[Do you mind when people do things with your characters that aren't how you imagine the character?]
Sure, this happens all the time, but when a writer takes over the character, they should make it their own. He talked about the X-Men and said "I wish I'd written.. what's that wolf character called?" [Response from crowd] "Yes, Wolverine. I didn't write him and now he's everyone's favourite character. I can't believe I didn't think of him"

[On writing process].
He said that he's a hack. He doesn't have ideas for stories he might want to write. Back in the day, someone would say "We need a story for [whenever]" and he'd just sit down that evening and write it. He has never had writer's block; he can produce a story on demand. His other books are mostly collections of amusingly captioned pictures, which sell well (which he likes) but which basically just require him to think of funny captions. He finds that very easy to do.

[You do a lot of cameos. Who would you love to play?]
He wanted to be J Jonah Jameson, who is the character he's most like, but by the time the movie was made he was too old.

[What character didn't turn out like you expected?]
Once he had to write a story and needed bad guy at short notice. He decided the bad guy was called Diablo, and Jack Kirby drew a perfect Diablo, and they both loved the character and were excited about using it. But he couldn't think of who Diablo was -- what his motivation was, why he was evil -- and he couldn't make him interesting in the short time they had. They wrote the story, and it wasn't any good, and to this day he doesn't remember anything about who Diablo turned out to be. And that's his most disappointing character story.

[Will Gambit be in any movies?]
Probably not. None currently scheduled anyway.

[What happened with Jack Kirby?]
Jack said he was going to DC. Stan offered him partnership and asked him to become the art director of Marvel on the same salary as Stan. Jack went to DC anyway. They were still on good terms, but Stan doesn't know why he went. Thinks Jack reckoned he could make more money freelancing. Thinks it didn't work out. Seemed a bit sad about it.

[Advice to wannabe writers?]
Write stuff you'd enjoy reading. Don't write about something you find boring, just because it's more likely to sell, because it'll probably suck.

[What do you think about the influence of the internet (or some vague question like this)]
"Why do people always assume that once you're a bit famous you suddenly know things. I'm probably the least qualified person in this room to answer this question. [tells anecdote about something else]"

Anyway, he was a delight. He's less bombastic than I'd expected; instead you get the impression he's still a bit surprised that people are interested in what he has to say. He was a bit bewildered that people had video conferenced in from all over the place to listen to him, and actually the VC process itself was a source of fascination to him too, and he was never sure which way to face when responding to someone in another office. It was all rather charming. I hope he comes to talk to us in nyc some time.
noideadog: (comics)
Stan Lee is speaking at The Company, but unfortunately it's at the Santa Monica office, not here. He's talking about his new book, which is called "Election Daze" and has nothing to do with comics at all, but I'd love to be the person in the audience asking "In Fantastic Four #12.. ".
noideadog: (meerkat)
Things that I don't like today:

- trying to buy a Peters Projection map of the world that is in any way attractive. They're all labelled as "laminated" and "educational tool!", and all the blurb is about how the Peters Projection is very exciting and mind-changing and new. So, ok, I already knew all of that. Let me buy one that doesn't look like it belongs on a classroom wall.
- searching for things on and getting three pages of "out of stock" and "unavailable". Is there an option for "just show me stuff you are actually able to sell me"?
- forgetting to use the gift voucher that was the reason I was buying my gardening supplies from amazon in the first place.
- neck ache. Something ergonomically bad seems to have happened to my desk, and I don't know what it is.
- sloppy focus. I keep accidentally jogging the mouse and typing random shite into vim. Stay where you're put, mouse.

Things that I do like today:

- Salman Rushdie in the office talking about his new book. He's an entertaining speaker and we all sat there with glowing faces, fankids that we are. It was great.
- buying a Meyers Lemon Tree online. Apparently it'll grow indoors and produce lemons for me. I'm excited about this and I hope it's true.
- being oncall but not getting any pages. Hurray!
- Tortoise
- having a new volume of Fables to look forward to. Fables is the second best comic ever, after Alias.
noideadog: (comics)

small dogs in ralph lauren
Originally uploaded by xymb.
I aspire to being the person who lives with this dog. Amy sent me this picture from a catalogue, and I've decided that the person I'm going to be is the sort of people who has a small dog in a Ralph Lauren hoodie. It'll mean some lifestyle changes, I think

But something else entirely:

Who here reads comics? I've decided to buy Secret Invasion in single issue this summer. As Tiarnan points out, there some disadvantages to this, a less obvious one being that if you switch back to trade paperbacks afterwards, you've got a six month comic drought while you wait for the trades to catch up. (The more obvious disadvantage of course is becoming very poor.)

I bought what's released so far last weekend, and some back issues during the week, to understand where we are just now, and suddenly I have a two foot high stack of bagged and boarded Avengers. (Mighty Avengers is not to my taste. New Avengers is exactly what I love. Ultimate Bendis writes both. It's as if he's catering for several distinct market-segments at once. Spooky.)

The best thing about buying single issues (and you'll have to excuse me if you've been doing this forever, because it's still wondrous for me) is going to the shelves and finding that the new whatever has come in, and getting a rush of excitement about it, even though it's just some lamer Fantastic Four comic, or something.

I love the conversations that happen in the throng there, listening to twelve year old boys all "Iron Man is fighting Galactus!!!", and finding out who it is that reads Punisher, because I've wondered.

I like that saying "I bought comics.." just seems more true with single issues.

I don't like that my bookshelves won't have trades on them, but I'll get used to that, and I'll be strong and not buy them twice.

Comics make me really happy.
noideadog: (weirdofreak)

new apartment
Originally uploaded by xymb.
Here's the new place. You might think I mean "Here's a part of the new place", but no, this is a photograph of the whole lot, taken while I was sitting in the window, holding my blackberry as far back as possible to fit it all in.

There's a fireplace on the right that you can't see. The door on the left leads to a biggish walk in closet, and behind that is the entryway. On the right, at the back, that's the kitchen. I like the chunky wooden shelves. A door at the back of the kitchen leads into a tiny bathroom. It's dark partly because it was 11pm when I took the picture, and partly because it's a dark apartment. We'll get standing lamps or something.

I don't know if you can see that the walls are all exposed brick, and the floor is exposed wood, which fills me with joy and which makes Joel feel like he's living in a tenement in the 1800s.

This is either going to be the best thing ever, or a complete disaster. I still suspect the former.

I have a cold or something that's making my head and ears ache, and my brain seize up. I've been trying to work, but I can't produce any clever thoughts today. Despite recent attempts to eat healthily, I grabbed a box of mac and cheese for lunch, and hid myself in a meeting room and read a comic. I'm trying ibuprofen and diet coke now, and if that fails, I guess I'll go home.

Seize is e-before-i, which I never get right first time. Sieze. Seize.

The comic is The Secret Origins Of Jessica Jones, which is book four of the best series Marvel ever produced, and which is out of print and difficult to find. I bought it on eBay. I was saving it up until I re-read the first three again, so I'd get the maximum joy out of it, but today I feel sorry for myself, so I read it. It's as good as I'd hoped. But now I've no unread Jessica Jones left in the world. I have that empty feeling that sometimes comes after a good book. Sad.

Ugh. So irrationally depressed today. And my head hurts a lot now.

This is not going to be glandular fever. This is a regular cold. I fucking decree it.
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The shipment tracking page says that my boxes have arrived, have been scanned by Xrays, have cleared customs, and are "not available for scheduling". Still, it can't be long now. Five empty shelves in our living room are waiting for my stuff to fill them up.

Things I've missed:
- my blue pyjamas
- my toolbox
- my comics

Things I probably shouldn't have packed since I miss them not at all:
- everything else? Oh well.

Yesterday I went to Central Park, where Diane taught me to skateboard and I didn't fall down at all, mostly because I'm very cautious and cowardly. It was tremendous fun.

Yesterday I also bought jeans. [ profile] leedy claimed to have discovered, in Banana Republic, a lode of jeans that fit properly, and although I was skeptical I tagged along. And it was true! You do need to brace to walk past the pastel knits and similar blanditude, but there at the back are jeans, and the jeans are not super-ultra-mega belly-spill low-rise, and the jeans are not made of stretch-fabric that hugs the thighs like jodhpurs, and the jeans are available in human adult sizes. Amazing, it was.

Jodhpurs (late 19th century) from Jodhpur, a city in North India. Do we have a lot of clothing named after places? I can think of wellingtons, panamas, cashmere, jerseys.

They put me under considerable salespressure to apply for a banana card, selling it as an absolutely free store-card with no junk mail at all, and look! 15% off whatever you buy today. And, sure, why not? I assumed it was like a Boots card, or a Tesco card or whatever, where you collect points and then they give you free stuff. Even my local comic shop here does that.

It wasn't until they'd collected all of the information in the world (leedy and I becoming increasingly uncomfortable with the fervid enthusiasm of the sales clerk), and until my application was refused that I realised I'd been tricked into applying for a credit card I didn't want. I will burn the store to the ground is what I will do. When you see it on the news, that was me.


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