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Golden Compass Trailer

This looks very good. I fell in love with Pullman's His Dark Materials a few years ago, and I'm man enough to admit that I burst into tears at a certain scene in The Subtle Knife. Which is perhaps one reason why I may wait to buy this on DVD instead of blubbering in a movie theatre.

Proof The Universe Hates Me, Number 239

So after much soul searching, I've decided to keep collecting *two* comics--Countdown and Buffy. Still, I went into Bruno's on Friday and--after over twenty years--cancelled 98 percent of all the books I was getting.

I left the store, feeling oddly relieved. I had made a Mature Decision. I had saved money. I was being responsible.

Then I get to the car. See a parking ticket for $50.

Apparently, the place I always park in on Saturdays is a no-no on Friday afternoons during rush hour.

I can't win.

New Book Release!

Apparently, I have a new book
coming out this September.

This is just a re-issue of Conspiracy Theories, with additional new material by David. Just to clear things up.

I hope to have my own book news soon.

I Really Shouldn't Have Pets...

..because I become a fucking wreck when they're sick.

As I wrote here, I lost my one budgie, Mara, a little over a month ago. Because budgies are such social birds, I had to go and buy another bird to keep my other bird--Miho--company. So Paul and I went out to SuperPet, and after agonizing over which one to choose--I picked a small green dude. Brought him home. Called him Jake, because he looked like one.

Since then, it's been six weeks of pet owner stress.

Jake wasn't well. He had diahorrea, so for the last few weeks, I've been swapping out everything in his cage, trying to find out what could be causing it. I went back out to the pet store, and saw that all the birds there had the same problem. I was told it was because they were babies, and it was to be expected. So I didn't return Jake-not that I would have anyway. Forgive me, but I was less than reassured by the store's offer to get my budgie better and give him back to me in a few weeks. My cynical side knew that I'd probably get a green budgie back, but it sure as hell wouldn't be Jake.

So I took Jake to the vet's. Have you ever tried to move a budgie out of one cage, into a travel cage, and then get across London in a May heatwave? Don't.

The vet looked him over. He said he seemed in good shape, even with his problems. Then he stated the obvious--the one thing I'd completely missed: change his food.

I felt like I'd been slapped. So fucking obvious. I thought it was his millet, the type of honey stick I was giving him--I hadn't once thought about his food. I had just assumed that budgie food was budgie food. So I got him home, and swapped his food out.

As of last night, he was better. The best yet. I thought we'd turned a corner.

But you know what life's like, right?

Came home today, and he was worse than ever. So now I'm waiting on lab reports on his stool samples. If he has a parasite, there's a very big chance the meds will kill him. Because--and I didn't know this--but no meds are licensed for birds and small animals. The vets have drawn up their own guidelines. Why? Because the pharmaceutical companies won't spend the money to determine what dosages work. No money in it.

So that's where we stand. I really don't know how those of you with kids do it--pets send me to the very edge of despair. I think if my kids were sick, I'd just pull a Peter Petrelli and explode.

Heroes: Build Up To The Let Down

Am I the only one who didn't really enjoy last night's Heroes?

The first sign I had that things were going pear-shaped was the amount of jibber-jabber that was going on. Nathan rehashing the Watchmen borrowed plot to destroy New York, Suresh yapping about Molly, Horn Rim yapping about something else...c'mon! Fight already! And when the clock ticked to 10:50, and still no Peter/Sylar throwdown, I saw the shark fins circling below us.

Yes, there were some nice parts. Kitty Pryde..I mean, D.L....phasing out the brain was nice. Claire leaping out of the window, falling a good twenty stories, then staggering around like Lindsey Lohan after a bottle or five of vodka, was nice. Sylar force-pushing Hiro through the air above Kirby Plaza was nice. And I even liked Niki kerranging that sign across Sylar's puss. But it doesn't make up for...

--everyone going blind and not noticing Sylar drag himself across an empty plaza, lift a manhold cover, then put it back

--Peter not figuring out to fly out into outer space on his own

--no Chris Eccleston

--Suresh not getting thrown out of an apartment window himself

--the Mystique rip off chick not appearing as a large woman when she passed out, which she had hinted she was

Bleaugh. If this keeps up, I'll start watching LOST.

The End

After a lifetime of collecting monthly comics, I have decided that it's time to quit.

From now on, I will only buy trades.

This is going to take some willpower. But the simple fact is that a)I'm running out of room to store them and b)Cheryl told me it was time. So I can't argue. Financially, you do save money buying trades, and they are so much easier to store. I've noticed that Marvel has trades out within a month of a storyline ending, and even DC is starting to release on a somewhat better schedule.

Still, I'll miss going into the comics store each week. It will be nice to have money in my wallet, though.

Middle Aged Geek Reads Comics, Wastes Life Writing About Them

The Mighty Avengers #3

The pattern of loving one issue and then feeling blase about the next one continues with Mighty Avengers #3.

The Avengers are still fighting Playboy Centrefold Ultron--who even though is buck naked, has the decency to cover her private areas with shiny metal. Here, Ms. Marvel figures that they should cut and run and put on their thinking caps, which leaves the Sentry to try and punch Ultron out. This leads to what is easily the most AWESOME
scene in all of comicdom this week--Ultron dropping the SHIELD Heli-Carrier on Sentry. If that's not good enough, we even have Maria Hill cracking her head as the ship falls, but not before she lets loose with what must be the line of the week: "Exactly which of the fifty things going to hell in the last fifteen minutes should I focus my attention on? Please do tell!"

As well, we have Tigra getting it on with Hank Pym. Which is a bit unnerving. I mean, is she furry? I don't know. Just creeps me out a bit.

Oh, and Frank Cho continues to draw beautiful women. Black Widow especially. Just saying.

A good issue. I'm sure I'll not enjoy the next one, if trends continue.



B.P.R.D. Garden Of Souls #3

Still good stuff. We learn more about Abe Sapien's origin. We see what happened to that mummy from Issue One--and it ain't pretty. I mean, how could it be? Things generally don't look up for you if you're an animate mummy. Look at Boris Karloff. And I have no idea what that means.



The Immortal Iron Fist #5

Hi-yah!

God, I am loving this title. Be it the cataloguing of Iron Fist's martial arts moves against HYDRA soldiers (Golden Star Gouge, Strike of the Silkworm's tooth, Brooklyn Headbutt), or Iron Fist kicking a man through a train, this is just awesome. A different sort of awesome from a Heli-Carrier being dropped on Sentry, but awesome all the same. It even has a funny elevator scene, which is fast becoming a cliche, but not one I'm tired of yet. Why are elevators so funny? I guess they're just made for comic pauses. It works, regardless.

The book ends with the promise of yet another all out kung fu fight with ninjas, soldiers and a super duper martial arts guy, so it looks like the non-Heli-Carrier dropping awesomeness will continue.



Justice League of America #9

This issue has eleven panels featuring Power Girl, so if that's not enough to get you to buy it, then there is no hope for you.

The Lightning Saga continues, with the JSA and JLA turning up two more Legionnaires--Timber Wolf and Dawnstar. And it looks like they've come back to our time on a suicide mission. Which I hope doesn't mean this is the last hurrah for the best version of the Legion ever. If I can't have the Levitz Legion, then can I at least have the Abnett-Lanning version? Please? Aw, no one ever listens to me.

Vixen--who I've always seen as a C-lister hero, only a League member when the League is at its worst--gets some love here from Gorilla City. Apparently, she can now even keep up with the Flash when she summons 'Cheetah'. I didn't know cheetahs could run at the speed of sound. Fast cats, those cheetahs. I'm growing on Vixen, but honestly--a better name wouldn't hurt. So she's attractive, uses animal powers, so she has to be called Vixen? Why not Animal Girl? I like that. Gets the point across more than the stripper name she has now.




Ultimate X-Men #81

One of the things I liked about Ultimate X-Men was that when someone died, they stayed dead.
Beast was dead. Gambit is pushing up the daisies. And Professor X bought the farm.

But no, not really. Turns out Beast isn't dead, but got all human looking and is being held by SHIELD. Sigh. And the Professor isn't dead, either--he's stuck in the future. So that was disappointing.

Not much else happens here. Move along.




Countdown #50

This issue improved from the first one, with much better art and a more involved story. I know many people aren't enjoying this, but I do: it's just chock full of geek shout outs, and is clearly aimed at middle aged men who have been reading DC Comics since they were four.

The nice bits? A great opening panel of the Empire State Building, which I thought was just beautiful. Then we have Superman heat visioning a door open from space--and he has the sweater lines on his sleeves, which is a shout out to the Earth-2 Superman. Yay!

We have Jason Todd being really nice and helpful to Jimmy Olson, so I'm sure this is Earth-2 Jason, since the New Earth version is a douchebag. And if that's not enough, we get to see Mirror Master snorting coke from the wrong side of the mirror. I don't know about you, but the comic paid for itself right there.

Oh, and we get a slightly different version of the Batman/Karate Kid fight. Batman beats Val, but he 'cheats'--and we didn't know how. I assumed he kicked him in the balls, but no--it turns out Black Lightning shocked him from behind. Which isn't as awesome as a shot to the nuts, to be fair.

It's Past Two In The Morning...

...I've been up for twenty hours. I'm staying awake in order to see what Blizzard is announcing at the Blizzard Invitational in Korea. Is it Starcraft 2? Is it a Starcraft MMO? Since the announcement is in Korea--the global fan freakout zone for Starcraft with TV channels dedicated to the game and competitions that look more like rock shows than geek nerdouts, how can it not be Starcraft related?

But it's late. I'm fading. And apparently there's been a problem in Korea, delaying the announcement. When I wake in the morning, it will be like Christmas in the Twist household as I race downstairs to see just what this new time sucking, soul eating game is.

Okay. Just saw that it's STARCRAFT 2. Blizzard still hasn't updated their site. At this point, it doesn't look like an MMO, but a return to the RTS format. Which is fine with me. I'd much rather a Starcraft RTS than an MMO. I adore Starcraft--and if you haven't played it, then get thee hence to a FutureShop and pick one up, it's only $20 and it will pay for itself in half an hour--but I don't need another MMO. World of Warcraft is enough for me, MMO-wise, and I get my space fix from EVE Online. But more RTS Starcraft?

Yes please.

To bed.

My Rant

Well, David is angry today at the destruction of the English language at A&P. Crazylegs was angry at Rogers. So I'll get angry as well. But whereas my friends use sniper shots to vent their rage, I'll just go for the wide blast of the shotgun. Maybe not as effective, but you get nice pissed-off spread.

CANCELLATION OF DRAGON AND DUNGEON MAGAZINE

I found this sad, but not surprising. I've enjoyed these magazines, and was always stunned at how much work they put into each issue. Yeah, it could be said Dragon became a bit of shill for Wizards products, masking pages of advertisements as actual columns, but they're not alone in that. Many magazines do that these days. It's a dying market, and you gots to do what's you gots to do, even if it's crap urban writing attempts. I especially liked Dungeon--there was almost a week's worth of reading in each magazine, with some very good art. But now it's all over.

You can blame it on three words: Warcraft. World. Of. But I like to also lay blame at the feet of Wizards of The Coast. The company that put out Dragon and Dungeon,Paizo, in my opinion, put out much superior material than WOTC ever did. I just find it curious that WOTC decides to take the materials these magazines were doing in-house.

Anyway, it's sad. Paizo will move ahead and put out Pathfinder.This looks cool. But to see Dragon disappear from our magazine racks is just another shot taken at what remains of my childhood. Damn it!

LOST

Will everyone please stop telling me to watch this? I was burned once by J.J. Abrams when I signed on to watch Alias. Then it hit me that no one had any idea where the series was going, there seemed to be no real plan, and so I exited, stage left. I cannot for the life of me figure out why in hell Hollywood executives can't arrange for their writers to sit down and work out a season before they start shooting. A weekend. One weekend. Sit them down, give them licorice and coffee, and Work. It. Out.

Nope.

And then I hear the same problems arise with LOST. Another J.J. Abrams vehicle. Surprise, surprise.

So stop. I have my HEROES and WHO.

TIME

I need more of it. Damn it! I NEED MORE! How DARE temporal mechanics keep moving apace, leaving more and more books of mine unread, stories unwritten, and games unplayed. Every hour wounds, but the last one kills--and doesn't let you finish that last chapter. Screw you, Time!

Gaming Update

Am I truly a geek if I don't go on about my gaming addiction? No, I am not.

Here's what I'm currently playing, feeling the precious moments of my life fading away in a wash of pixels and save points:

World of Warcraft

I'm currently a 27th level Night Elf, going back to work on my Professions, since I ignored them up until this point and it's come around to bite me in the ass. Just rocking the Leatherworking and Skinning, so I am. No real dungeoning, just geeky grindwork.

EVE Online



Despite myself, I returned to this game, but haven't decided if I'm going to stick past the two week free trial. The learning curve is beyond steep, there is no 'Save' button (if you lose your ship, it's gone)and it seems you have to study and study and study before you do anything or you're well and truly snookered. Yet there is a Zen quality to just flying through this very beautiful universe, mining asteroids and then trying to get the best price you can.
I know when I play, I am well and truly immersed. But the game is far smarter than I am.

Morrowind



Started this one again. The interface and graphics look pretty clumsy compared to Warcraft
, but it's the depth of the game I've always enjoyed. Sure, they say you can do anything you want here, but it's still nice to use a bit of a walkthrough. I'm rocking a thief this time around, trying to learn to pickpocket. It's not a MMO, but it feels like one. It also has a weird, lonely feel to it. Like if a Cure song were made into a game.

Oh, and this one:

Pokemon Diamond

My work game. Got 15 Pokemon so far. Apparently, you have to catch them all, or something.

Chemicals

Can't afford Prozac? Then take this here cure for what ails you.

I keep hearing this band in the oddest places. I like them. You may not.

I Read. Review. Repeat.

Countdown #51

What? Another weekly series? Oh, c'mon! I have RRSPs to consider putting money into! I need new socks! I haven't seen my special friend with the leather whip in months! How can I afford this when I can't afford those?

Ah well. Give in, Twist. Just fucking give in.

This time, we have one of my Writing Heroes of the Keyboard Pantheon, Paul Dini, at the head of the writing chores for the next year. So that's a good thing. As a first issue, this isn't bad, but neither is it jaw dropping, wet your pants great. Like the first issue it is, Dini sets about putting the pieces in play--which, oddly, so does Darkseid. Apparently, Old Grumblesocks has Heroclix of everyone in the DC Universe, which I'm assuming he spends a lot of time playing with on his dark throne on Apokolips. I mean, being an evil despot isn't all killing rebels and firing eye beams at some poor bastard. You gotta kick back some time.

Darkseid chooses Duala Dent as his Pokemon...I mean, action figure...and then we get to see her kidnap some teeny bopper. But let's not get ahead of ourselves. Duala Dent. Apparently, she's not just crazy anymore--she's from an alternate earth. News to me. Okay, let's move on with that little nugget in our heads, because it becomes important in about a paragraph.

Enter Jason Todd, who now is good and rescues the teeny bopper. Again, I thought Jason was batshit, kind of DC Comic's version of the Punisher with a chamberpot on his head. Again, I missed a meeting. He chases Duela, who is also being pursued by a Monitor. Remember them from Crisis? Well, this Monitor blows Duela away for being on the wrong Earth. Another less rightwing, more immigration friendly Monitor shows up, and reads him the riot act. Then one of the Monitors goes to the Source Wall--which now separates the different universes (ummm...it just used to be the wall of the Known Universe, didn't it? Oh, my fucking head.)who tells him he has to find Ray Palmer. Okay, kinda cool, what with the Book of Daniel reference.

What else? Mary Marvel--who I adore, even if the artist here manages the impossible and makes her look frumpy--comes out of her coma. She says her magic word and nothing happens. I think that's because Captain Marvel--who now looks like Johnny Winter on steroids--is hogging all the magic. She heads off to find Captain Marvel Junior. Oh, and the Rogue's Gallery have a BBQ.

I enjoyed this, but it didn't blow me out of my seat and throw me into the laneway. Which is what I expect from any comic written by Paul Dini. Tons of geek material for shut-ins, though. Embrace it!



Buffy The Vampire Slayer Season Eight #3

Quick question: if you had to choose, and there were no takebacks, would you want Buffy for your girlfriend or Willow?

I'd choose Willow, even if she isn't really that big on the hetero coupling aspect of relationships anymore. I could live without nookie if it meant having a partner who was more of a geek than I was. I mean, what's more important? Six minutes of mattress gymnastics twice a week or nightly discussions of Doctor Who Season Two, the AC of dragonkin, or when and where the Shannara series began to suck?

Another fine issue, with a great Buffy cliffhanger. I do love me this comic.



The Incredible Hulk #106

I only picked this up because David did. But I probably would have picked it up anyway, once I saw it had She-Hulk in it. With a torn T-shirt. And a coyote pup in a leather jacket. No, not wearing a leather jacket--actually hiding in one. It's so cute.

As for She-Hulk, I do know I have certain tastes in heroines. Some people like kicks to the face and polar bears being punched. Me, I like curvy heroines who will have back problems in their later years. Power Girl, Ms. Marvel, Nigella Lawson- I adore them all. So give me She-Hulk in tight jeans and a torn T-shirt and I'll be there. Especially when she punches Doc Samson into the next county.

Oh, yeah. Greg Pak can write pretty good, too.



Hellboy: Darkness Calls #1

Tombs in Italy. Corpses walking around in nighttime English forests. A sparrow that might be God. A demon who smokes cigars half listening to other demons giving history lessons. Oh, and more corpses coming out of the ground.

Sigh.

Good times.



Nova #2

Again, I blame David for me picking this up. I also wanted to be the one who bought the last issue so it would be sold out. I also blame my love for any B-character from the Seventies. If they brought back the Shogun Warriors, I'd be all about that, too.

The fact that it's also written by Abnett and Lanning also helps, since I adored their Legion work (I'm still pissed that their entire Legion Lost was ended in one panel in Infinite Crisis--no wonder they're working at Marvel now). Abnett's Warhammer novels are also very good, so if he can make those work, you know the man is a miracle worker. And he and Lanning bring the magic here as well.

The joy here is that they've made Richard Rider a believable guy. Yeah, he's pretty much the Marvel equivalent of the Green Lantern Corps bundled into one man, but he's also still very much a guy you could have a beer with. Or talk about how awesome She-Hulk is.

Here, Nova returns to Earth to find it's all gone to hell. His friends in the New Warriors are dead, his parents aren't too pleased to see him, and he learns first hand Tony Stark is a dick. He also learns that even though he saved the universe, no one really cares about that, either. Man, can I relate. Even when he saves the local populace from the horror and terror that is Diamondhead, he gets hassle. And he gets the Thunderbolts on his ass.

But the biggest cool thing here? Nova's helmet. How does that work? It looks like it's metal, but when he takes it off, it's like cloth. WTF? I'll be thinking about that all night.

He's Our Man

Boobs and Monsters

The Mighty Avengers #2

After what I thought was a great start, this series stumbles quite a bit in the second issue.

I've come across a fair number of Brian Michael Bendis haters in London comic stores lately, and I've made 10 ranks in Defending Bendis as a result. But he does attempt a bit much here, and it's not entirely successful.

To be fair, I liked the fact that this new corporate ass-kissing brand of the Avengers got right into a battle in the first issue. None of this six issues of wandering around forming a team a la Meltzer's Justice League. Unfortunately, Bendis stills the need to show us how this team came together. So while the Avengers are facing off against a buck naked Ultron--who has chosen to simulate the nudity of the Wasp, with coy coverings of silvery metal keeping everything PG, and thus satisfying geek dreams that have been puttering around in sticky subconsciousnesses since the Sixties--Bendis breaks the narrative tension to show how us again how the newest batch came to work for Tony Stark. I mean, frankly, who cares? People like the Wasp, Wonder Man, and Black Widow join at least three superhero teams by Tuesday of any given week. Why is this any different?

So we get to see that, for the most part, the team was assembled about an hour before they fight Ultron. Okay, we get that. They're unprepared. But they shouldn't be--everyone here outside of Ares knows how superteams work. But no--they're supposed to be as green as baby poo. And they're facing Ultron. Who has a nice rack and curves to die for.

Speaking of which, the nudie Ultron seemed a bit of overkill. I understand Frank Cho likes to draw strong beautiful women. I adore his work on Liberty Meadows, and I hope he keeps drawing strong Amazonian women for at least a thousand more years. But since we already have Ms. Marvel in tight spandex, Widow in leather, and Wasp in her Costume of The Week (also tight), we really didn't need a centrefold Ultron. It just seemed like overkill.

As well, Bendis has Ultron kill the Mole Man's creatures. It comes off oddly. If we're to assume this is to show how powerful Ultron is, fine. But Bendis has Mole Man crying like a father losing his children. So, are we to laugh that this poor bastard is losing the equivalent of his housepets, or are we to feel horrified at his loss? It changes the tone of what up to that point is just a basic Super Hero Stand Off. It makes it uncomfortable--both because either Bendis finds the Mole Man's loss funny, or there's a level of horror here that has no place with coy depictions of cheesecake nude breasts and bottoms.

And then there's the thought balloons. Bendis has brought this back--and seems to have no idea how to use them. They used to be used to depict the inner thoughts of characters, adding to the story, giving the reader a closer bond with the character in question. Bendis uses them as almost subconscious mutterings. The worst was Ares macking on a teammate, thinking he'd like to bed her. Ummm...no guy thinks like that. They think 'nice rack', or 'nice ass', or just ponder in silence. No one I've ever met actually looks at an attractive woman and wastes time formulating an entire sentence.

All in all, The Mighty Avengers #2 is nice to look at, but like a sorority girl at her first kegger, is a bit unfocused and sloppy.

Oh Happy Day!

I came home today to find a package in my mailbox. A friend in Toronto--through the mysterious tech that pervades our world--had sent me the first six episodes of Season Three of Doctor Who. I nearly swooned.

So screw the hockey playoffs. I got my Who now!

If you don't hear from me for the next week or so, I'll be with the two people up above. In my housecoat. Smiling like a maniac.

Multiverse=Geekgasm!

52# Week 52

For fuck's sake--THE MULTIVERSE IS BACK!

Okay, check your sad-o-meters. If you found the above statement just beyond all shades of awesome, you are as sad as me. If not, you probably have already Googled 'big boobed Swedish foot doctors' and moved on, innernet-wise.

Still...THE MULTIVERSE IS BACK!

Oh yeah, 52 also ended. And you know? Unlike Civil War or Infinite Crisis, I thought it ended well. Sure, it can be argued--or agreed upon--that DC has noticed the greying of its audience, and is doing its utmost to bring back the DC Universe the majority of its readers grew up reading, just to hold onto them a bit longer. It doesn't hurt that most of their creators seem to prefer the old DCverse of old, as well. That's why we have the continued nurturing of the JSA, why we have the Levitz Legion returning, and perhaps why we have the return of the Seventies Batman (sans yellow circle.)

I'm not complaining, and I'll even do my best not to wonder just where DC plans to go from here. I'll just geek out and drool over such great scenes as Rip Hunter kneecapping Doctor Sivana. Or Mr. Mind eating time on the alternate worlds, causing the temporal disruptions that gave (returned to?) us the old/new Multiverse. Yes, we now have the Kingdom Come world. And the Wildstorm world. And the Freedom Fighters are fighting the Nazis world. And the Fawcett City world where Captain Marvel and the rest of the Marvel crew belong. And my favourite--Earth 2--is back.

When Rip Hunter says to Booster 'Welcome home', he was speaking to us as well, fellow geeks.

Yeah, I'm happy. After having endured many of DC's more stunning editorial fumbles (evil Hal Jordan, Infinite Crisis, the Death of Superman, and that whole fuckup with Hawk becoming some evil guy and giving us a fake Multiverse, and the aborted idea that was Hypertime), I'm just glowing that they've done something I really like.

And did it very, very well.

Free Comic Book Day Hangover

It came, it went, I got books.

The Blogger Team-Up on FCBD went off fairly well. David and I met up at Bruno's, then headed over to the Comic Book Collector. David met Power Girl, who was geeking out over RPG books again (like she needs more). As David headed off into the sunset with his dog, I remarked to PG that it was very good to see David again. It also reminded me of how guys deal with Time--I haven't seen David in nearly twenty years, but we're both ready to talk comics like we just saw each other at lunch yesterday. Women tend to hug and cry when there's been a separation of time and space. Guys? Not so much.

PG and I went then to World's Away. A man with a Cthulu baseball cap was there with his daughter. I saw a very nice WitchHunter Robin T-shirt, but blew my few remaining dollars on a wiseass Doctor Who guide --The Completely Unofficial Encylopedia.. It's great fun--under the entry Bad Wolf, for example, they have this:

Instead of this cryptic message, wouldn't it have made more sense for Rose to have scattered the simple phrase "Oi, go back and help the Doctor you stupid bint' subtly through her travels?

Headed downtown to Heroes--seeing Batman and Bat Baby on our way, a very nice Adam West Batsuit in effect-- where there was an actual lineup to get in. Then down to LA Mood, where Superman was standing out front. He was a scream--completely in character the entire time. When I waved to my favourite Kryptonian, he said in a baritone tone, "Have a good day now."

Met up with Lisa, and we compared our FCBD loot. All in all, a good day. My favourite free book? The Lone Ranger. Just so you know.

And now it's Sunday. Spent the morning reading the last six months of Ultimate Fantastic Four. And downloading EVE Online again for another free 14 days. Please don't tell Power Girl. She'll kill me. She's got the Kryptonian strength to do it, too.

Crappy Day Saved By Cool Song!

It's raining, I'm broke, and my Pokemon Diamond hasn't shown up yet.

Fortunately, this song is going through my head, which makes everything awesome.