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Oct. 7th, 2004 01:05 amGilmore Girls was fantastic. Smallville was very entertaining, but ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
reannon's letter's to the cast were moreso.
And the Daily Show:
"Yes....when historians write about what happened tonight[Vice-Presidential debate], they'll be wasting their time."
"There's nothing like 20/20 blindsight."
Tonight, I stopped by ye olde comic shoppe, aka Empire Comics. No Fables, no Fallen Angel. so I got two books of Warren Ellis' "Transmetropolitan".
Then, it was back to the gym at work to get in a quick workout featuring trotting and weightlifting. I then tore out of the gym like Mary Tyler Moore on speed and then headed off to Brew it Up with my comic booty.
I really enjoyed what I read of "Transmetropolitan". I read the "0" issue, which cover's Spider's last moments as a naked, crazed, and armed mountain man. I laughed knowing that I had dated a guy like that, minus the tattoos and hair. I laughed and laughed. Then I sipped the Orange Blossom Blond ale I ordered at the bar, and continued reading.
Now I have a possible source of origin for one ofscarcrest's haiku involving the best part of someone trickling down his mother's leg...
I took my leave of the Brew it Up establishment and pondered the differences between the metropolitan hell that is Spider Jerusalem's world, and my own city, Sacramento. Yes. Sacramento, the city that takes frequent naps. The city streets are teeming with charm, and the occasional pedestrian. Sure, it can get rather populous in old town, but hell. Even in San Francisco, in a district where most shops are closed, the streets were silly with life. So home I drove, to spend the rest of my evening in further frivolity. Now it is time for bed.
reannon's letter's to the cast were moreso.And the Daily Show:
"Yes....when historians write about what happened tonight[Vice-Presidential debate], they'll be wasting their time."
"There's nothing like 20/20 blindsight."
Tonight, I stopped by ye olde comic shoppe, aka Empire Comics. No Fables, no Fallen Angel. so I got two books of Warren Ellis' "Transmetropolitan".
Then, it was back to the gym at work to get in a quick workout featuring trotting and weightlifting. I then tore out of the gym like Mary Tyler Moore on speed and then headed off to Brew it Up with my comic booty.
I really enjoyed what I read of "Transmetropolitan". I read the "0" issue, which cover's Spider's last moments as a naked, crazed, and armed mountain man. I laughed knowing that I had dated a guy like that, minus the tattoos and hair. I laughed and laughed. Then I sipped the Orange Blossom Blond ale I ordered at the bar, and continued reading.
Now I have a possible source of origin for one of
scarcrest's haiku involving the best part of someone trickling down his mother's leg...I took my leave of the Brew it Up establishment and pondered the differences between the metropolitan hell that is Spider Jerusalem's world, and my own city, Sacramento. Yes. Sacramento, the city that takes frequent naps. The city streets are teeming with charm, and the occasional pedestrian. Sure, it can get rather populous in old town, but hell. Even in San Francisco, in a district where most shops are closed, the streets were silly with life. So home I drove, to spend the rest of my evening in further frivolity. Now it is time for bed.
