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Oct. 7th, 2004 01:05 amGilmore Girls was fantastic. Smallville was very entertaining, but
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.
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
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.
Actually...
Date: 2004-10-07 01:29 am (UTC)Re: Actually...
Date: 2004-10-07 07:12 am (UTC)Re: Actually...
Date: 2004-10-07 10:16 am (UTC)And a hell of a good cook -- he and I made a spaghetti dinner for about a half-dozen or maybe 10 of our friends once in the kitchen of the Presbyterian church where we were all hanging out at that point. He did all the heavy lifting, as he'd done some chef school training as part of a program for teens with difficulties...
He was bipolar, and so he had this really high energy level all the time. He could burn calories eating Twinkies. It also made him notoriously unreliable at times -- he'd go off into his own little world and not show up for things he said he'd do.
We lost touch after he got married and I left Martin. Last I heard, he was trying to put his marriage back together after a difficult period. I always told him his flirting would get him in trouble...
Interestingly enough, my friendship with him sorta helped me get my foot in the door at this newspaper. I remembered him saying a few times, "We ought to run up to Milan to my other friend Jason's comic book shop." When I interviewed, our then-assistant news editor found out I liked comic books and mentioned that his son Jason used to own a comic book shop in Milan -- I said, "I think my friend Rob (last name) knows him."
Johnny looked at me, said, "You know Rob? Well, if you're a friend of his, you're a friend of mine. He used to stay over at our house on weekends from the time he and my Jason were little bitty fellas."
Re: Actually...
Date: 2004-10-07 10:31 am (UTC)And yes, flirting can be ever so troublesome, but it does make things more interesting. :-)