I like to live my life under the
This does not explain why I am unreasonably upset about Laserpool. What the hell, self? You loved the new Transformers! You liked the Hellboy movies! You were a freak who enjoyed Hitchhiker's Guide the movie (it was a good attempt) and didn't implode! Why are you moping? It's a movie!
Alright, I'm not really that soul-crushingly depressed about it or anything. Just... disappointed. I mean, I've been looking forward to this ever since I heard. Deadpool? In a movie? What awesomesauce is this and why has no one built a time machine? But-but-but-- the leaks, which I have avoided like the plague -- and my friends were talkng about it -- and-and-- D: LASER EYES NO MOUTH MUST SCREAM CLAWS WHUT.
I don't know. I really, really, really shouldn't judge until I've actually seen it, because then I'm just basing it on conjecture. Maybe it'll be something completely unexpected. Claw hands could be funny! Yes. They could pull it off, I don't know yet, I haven't seen it, must not judge before hand.
... D:
- Mood:
anxious - Music:'Baby Got Back' Sir Mix-a-lot
Annnnnd, suffice to say, now I have not and cannot respond to some PMs I got recently. Oops. :(
- Location:Kitchen Table
- Mood:
ditzy - Music:Transformers Animated 'Transwarped'
Who's done with school? I'm done with school.
(9._.)9 ~(._.~) (~._.)~ ~(._.~) (~._.)~
YES. ALL IS GOOD IN THE UNIVERSE.
Roommate is in Japan for three weeks! Have bought Futurama season three and recieved All Hail Megatron TPB! Have food! Also hanging out with friend who has been gone forever tonight! But first, bagels.
- Location:Apartment
- Mood:
ecstatic - Music:'Cartoon Heroes' Aqua
Sooo, there are roughly three weeks of school left. I divide my time between "OH SHI-OH SHI- OHHHH SHHHIIIIII-" and "DRAW FASTER HAND GODDAMNIT >:I" And yet... and yet. I start two more original side projects, sign up for a hero contest ma-bob, beta my friends' reports, start writing again like whoa, pick up another series (goddamnit Thunderbolts WHY ARE YOU SO ADDICTING ARGH MMM FAKE!VENOM) and volunteered to babysit three days a week. Dubya. Tee. Eff.
:'D Thus cementing the fact that I really don't want to do any of my finals /could be spending my time in a more productive way/ am a tremendous dork. What is wrong with me? I really don't know.
- Location:Apartment
- Mood:
dorky - Music:'Be Okay', Ingrid Michaelson
And the dreams. Were. Awesome.
I can't even-- I don't know, really, I mean, I have really, really vivid, crazy, scary dreams all the freaking time, but... it was. It was. EPIC. I fought zombies with Captain America and Bumblebee in a horrible the Shining/Holiday Inn unholy union of an apartment building. And there were zombies! EVERYWHERE! I had a baseball bat! And everyone strangely fit in the hall without losing mass and with the halls being all normal sized - dear lord I love dream logic - and the undead were popping out of doorways and I had to rescue my parents and my best friend via damsel in distress bizaro world ways and and and CAPTAIN AMERICA. BUMBLEBEE. ZOMBIES. YES.
HOLY COW I'M GOING BACK TO BED GUYS.
Heeeeehe, this is silly to update with but, WOW. Thank you, subconscious! No idea what you're trying to get across but power to ya!
Though there was this one weird part where I burst into a room looking for grenades (... in retrospect, why would there be ammo lying around in an apartment?) and this family was just sitting there, kneeling on the floor in perfect like, sunday morning nice nineteen-forties style outfits, daintily eating some dude off the floor. That was a little weird. Especially since they didn't react as I ran through Scout-style and cracked their heads with my magic!Insta-kill!baseball bat.
BUT HELL YEAH ZOM-BAH TIME.
You all have an awesome night/morning/whenever!
- Location:Living Room [Fort Time!]
- Mood: ecstatic
- Music:'Beauty and the Beast', Disney
Arrrrrrgh, class, why? A bunch of friends of mine pooled together and went to go see Coraline and I've been in class all day and I miiiiiissed it. Twelve to ten schoolday, wtf, quarter. wtf. My own fault for signing up for class like that ("Haha, I can get two classes out of the way in one day! I'll have more weekday time! I'm so clever and stuff. This will definitely never crush my soul.") but BAWWWWW, so jealous, soooo jealous.
Bawww, yes, cry moar emo kid, I know. Also, being addicted to animated movies apparently is a no-no when one is All Growed Up and A Responsible Adult. :/
... ;______;
(And very, very side note: OH HELL YEAH MY SISTER FINALLY MOVED OUT! WHOOO! Five long years, man, five looooong years. [Sad part? She's seven years my senior and a mother of two and she lived on our parents' floor on and off for the last half a decade. There was a brief gap where she got out ("I'll never come back here again! You just don't understand me!" - were her parting words) but back she came back for the next three but YAY IT'S OVER NOW and I can retreat to the parents' without having to dodge toddlers and my sister's manipulations/drama./UTTER RAGE.]
Weeeeee!
- Location:Apartment
- Mood:
lonely - Music:"The Pirate's Gospel" Alela Diane
So, I had midterms.
And there was a Star Wars question, something about making your own original plot without ripping off any existing characters or anything from the comics/novels/movies themselves, nor could you address the backstories or relations or ancestors or children or basic Hero Quest plot of the movies.
I... I do not care much for Star Wars. I don't exactly RAWR RAGE at it, but I don't really care one way or another. I'm indifferent. It's not my cup o' tea. I saw the original three when I was a wee one, and I tried to watch the 'Episodes' (mostly I stared at the screen and tried to fix the dialogue because I dunno, I'm weird).
My face was pretty much exactly:
D:
D:
D:<
WHY WAS THAT ON THE MIDTERM I DON'T EVEN--
So I made something up about EPIC WOOKIE BATTLES IN SPACE with SITH FOLK and RANDOM!JEDI!THINGS with OMG FIRST LIGHT SABER LIKE EVER and a TENTACLE BEAST OF INFINITE WISDOM, and generally tried to toe my way through what was, essentially, writing Star Wars fanfiction (and yet my professor rants and raves about it being degrading as it 'takes away from the source material' so on [WHUT THE HELL, MAN, why you gotta contradict yourself? :( I just wanna learn about writin' some comics, yo.]
And I just... I don't even... I don't know what to think anymore. My brain broke. He'll probably find it insulting even thought I wrote a little note about how I am a horrible Star Wars non-fan person and likely I will BURN IN A FIRE FOR HERESY because he is very much in the camp of "STAR WARS IS THE BEST THING EVEEEEER!!!
So. Yeah. Way outta left field, dude. I studied the book and found out I HAVE THE WRONG BOOK, argh, why do I do these silly things like this? Arrrrrgh.
Also, discovered creepy!site is even creepier when I bother to check my messages. A long, long time ago (in a galaxy-- GODDAMNIT SEQUENTIAL ART AND STORYTELLING--) I signed up because, I dunno, I was very much YAY IT IS CAN BE QUIZ TIME Y/Y and ya needed an account to save your results. Name shoulda given it away, it was a dating site, but I thought, what the heck, I like having a crazy quiz every now and again, I can stick it out.
But.
BUT.
Creepy creep non-fun times ensued. So I just didn't go back. But there are still creepy, creepy messages flooding my inbox [No, I do not want to know what your 'little man' is or what he can do with my 'girly little mouth', thank you, scary man who is ten years my senior.]
And I just had an epiphany moment, outta the blue: TOASTY. YOU CAN DELETE YOUR ACCOUNT. (Man, I have to lay off the caps lock... and the parantheseseseseseseseses-)
And YAY I KILLED MY ACCOUNT YAYYY.
And also, I've decided to actually post so goshdarned art for once in my freaking life on deviantart, after basically deleting all the awful things I have there now because, NO. NO NO NO A THOUSAND TIMES NOOOOOOO. *cue dramatic zoom out
Happy v-day, by the how, Internet.
Eeeerm. A boring Toasty is boring. Had a Friday the Thirteenth party with a few friends. Watched some movies, chilled (did I really just use that word? ), squeed like a mofo over Thunderbolts again (Yeah, kind of addicted, over here), and introuced some people to Cable and Deadpool, because, dangnabbit, more people need to see the wonderful.
Also just found out Wolverine and the X-men is already out. I thought it came out in April (... no idea why, really), because apparently I am incredibly
Uh, uh, I shouldn't post early in the morning, but this is the only time I really feel like it so,
For no apparent reason, as well: TED NOOOOOOO! [I can't look at my Booster Gold and Blue Beetle section of comics without getting all D:, even after all this time] And Jaimie! ARGH! Just when I finally came around to actually reading it (heard good things, liked what little I did see, even if Ted will still always be my favorite [ ... :'( ...]) IT GETS CANCELED, WHAT. Late on the train again, self. Way to go.
Noticing I sound a great deal more BAWW and ARGH than I actually am. Generally am very much chill and laid back.
Good lord I need to get off the Journal before my brain leaks out the side of my head. XD
Later, 'gators.
- Location:Bed
- Mood:
mellow - Music:'Running Up That Hill', Placebo
...
I don't know why I do these things.
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...
( And yet more rambling, for good measure )
- Location:Floor
- Mood:
groggy - Music:'Sweet Talk,' the Killers
Will go opening night. Probably will wear fedora. Because Rorschach owns, and few of my friends agree with me. Heretics.
Still need more sleep. Kept up all night/morning by screaming children. Not happy about that. Liking the movie line up for '09. Excited for Watchmen. Let Alan Moore be wrong and make it complete awesomeness squared.
*fingers crossed*
- Location:Floor
- Mood:
drained - Music:None :(
So, naturally, I turned to cinema. One of my personal favorites, which, mysteriously and rather sadly, still manages to pluck at my heartstrings just so.
The Painted Veil is, easily, one of the best films I have ever seen, and among my best beloved. It is eloquent, keen, and stately in its course; it tugs at your emotions just the right way, a subtle, swaying rhythm to it that moves you to feel. It does not yank you along, or throw out gaudy, tacky tricks to half-credulously stumble alongside; it does not play for cheap theatrics and half-remembered, fleeting things that wrench you apart with graceless histronics. It is dissonant, simple and strong and need only speak where lesser stories have screamed.
It is very much a ballroom waltz; magnificent in a slow, sedate fashion, breathtaking and startling and deeply, deeply felt. It does not fade. It echoes. It reverberates.
It may be the only time I've ever believed a love story. Though that tired and rather cliche denomination is not quite what it is; it isn't quite a simple love story, even if it is, by technicality. It doesn't feel like it should be bound up in such a way, put into a neat box and categorized, cut down to size; almost demeaned by it. If that makes any sense whatsoever. I am in a mood, what else can I say?
However, honestly, truly, it is a film one has to see at least once in their lifetime. Uninterrupted. Drunk in and left to settle in with elegance and poise. There is little I can add to it; the characters are human; multi-faceted, brilliant and flawed and just perfectly imperfect. It flushes them out with utter aptness, masterfully done. Little things, subtle things, almost lost ere they are even noted. But greater than the sum of their parts, tragic and wonderful and understated. They move. They speak. They feel.
And it is beautiful.
But then, I am in a mood.
Cheers.
(River Waltz)
- Location:Deep under covers
- Mood:
indescribable - Music:'River Waltz', by Alexandre Desplat
So my body is actively working against me, I swear.
I've been sleeping in broken starts and stops. It seems just when I am on the verge of slumber, right at that wonderful edge, I wheeze or can't breathe, or cough hard enough to pop joints in my back and throat. Thereafter, I snuffle pathetically, roll over, and seek that elusive egress once again. And, of course, I am duly rebuffed. It's gotten to the point where I can't even let myself sleep, where I tense up just as I'm falling under in preparation of the hacking and the ouchies that follow. Oh, the ouchies. Yes, I still use that word. And I say 'sammich' instead of 'sandwich', and 'sketti' instead of 'spaghetti', because those words sound infinitely more childish, and that's what I'm aiming for, of course. XD
../And now my back hurts because I'm stupid and tried to roll where there was no more bed to roll upon.
Whine, whine, whine. Waaaaah, poor me, blah blah blah and et cetera. Okay, got the emo out of my system. Better.
Yup, that's pretty much all I wanted to do. I can be infantile and inane, dangnabbit. Pff.
Here's to another long night, all. Cheers.
- Location:Back on the bed
- Mood:
crappy - Music:'Rhinosaur', Soundgarden
... Are totally my crack.
It could be the outrageous fever I've been sporting (:D I CANNOT BE HELD RESPONSIBLE FOR MY ACTIONS DANGNABBIT), but there's this movie, and it's called Trucks or something like that, and it's all about heavy vehicles coming to kick your ass into the ninth dimension. And it is made of awesome.
If there was a cab-over-engine red truck I think I would die laughing.
WEE RUN-ON SENTENCES YAYAYLOLOLOLOL OH G
- Location:The floor! It's cold. :(
- Mood:
sick - Music:THE SOUND OF MY LUNGS MELTING
- Location:Couch
- Mood:
blah - Music:'March At Dawn', Goddamn Electric Bill
Things have been going... well, better and worse. Foremost is grandmother is quitting her radiation - she has been complaining of burning in her throat, and evidently the discomfort has become too much. We're not really sure what this will entail; she was doing better, getting about with much less difficulty. Though we'd all like more time with her, I think I'd rather have her comfortable (as much as she can get) before the end. School has taken a downward spiral, and this quarter is pretty much gone sour for me. I didn't really like (or, evidently, need, despite what the department director said) my courses, and honestly, I'm ready to call it quits for summer, and try to pick back up in the fall. I told my one worthwhile class that I was going camping with my folks up in the mountains. But, due to incredible amounts of both verbal and physical brawls between my sister and my mother (he said, she said, and everybody starts throwing punches, apparently) and both parties demanding I be on their 'side', I decided to forgo the traditional family camping trip and hold down the fort. It's been nice. Really nice. I didn't realize how stressed out/tense I'd been playing middle ground until I had been here for a day.
I cleaned like a maniac; scrubbing, vacuuming, dusting, organizing, cleaning out the fridge, washing dishes, doing laundry, cleaning bedspreads - I was Turbo Maid(tm). I gave the dog a bath, for crissakes. Stinky dog = stinky clothes, as I found out after she decided she needed a nap in my freshly done laundry. But it's clean, my music is up way too loud, and I am feeling unaccountably pleased with myself. I even started writing more again - thus far, not my best, I have to say, but I'm getting back into the groove.
Also, found a massage chair at Costco. Oh, yes. The I-Chair. Oh la-la. The horrible knots I've been sporting beneath my shoulder blades (right at the spot I can't quite reach, which was rather unfortunate and hilarious as I rolled around on the ground trying to poke it) are now gone. Yay.
Getting back into my abandoned projects - both fanfiction and original work. It feels nice to be in my sandbox again. Taking a bit of a Pratchett-meets-Hellboy-meets-blender approach, which is kind of disheartening. I don't want to write things that sound like something else, so I have been avoiding reading any of the lovely new novels sitting oh-so-innocently on my bed. Small Gods, Terry Pratchett, The Android's Dream by... uh... that one dude that I have forgotten for the moment but I'll probably go back and look and edit this, and Mister Monday by Garth Nix (my roomie insisted [read, threw it at my head until I, grumbling, put it into my bag], and though large-text and the main stereo-teen semi-goth characters are offputting, I have to say, I like the world Mr. Nix is setting up. The Will sounds very intriguing, something like the Young Wizards books (which I heartily admit to loving, despite how juvenile I feel when people incredulously point out what I am reading). So I'll probably finish it, if not the rest of the series.
Old movies are underappreciated. The Seven Voyages of Sinbad, The Day the Earth Stood Still, The First Man On the Moon, Indiana Jones trilogy, The Rescuers: Down Under (it has no place on this list, but I love Johanna, I really do; I named my old Bahaman anole after that dastardly monitor), et cetera. My family teased me about how cheesy they were, but I was raised on that cheese. I love that cheese. That cheese is darn good. Luckily my nephews are young enough to not care about claymation or cruddy, over-the-top acting. It's the spectacle of the thing that hooks 'em. I mean, I love new movies too, (I'm a movie-comic-cartoon-novel geek, quadruple threat! :P) but there's something about popping up old style kettle corn of dubious freshness and kicking back with old favorites. Old, old, way beyond my time favorites. Shush, my dorkiness can be like that.
And the ferret. Binx. Or, as my father calls him, 'that gaddamn weasel that takes my gaddamn slippers every gaddamn day, gaddamnit'.
The ferret, for the last few hours, has been divebombing my feet whenever I start typing. He waits, little nose just peeking out from under the couch, and just when my attention moves away, when my guard goes down, wha-bam! Like a avenging slinky he is.
... wow, this is a random, random blog. It's all rambles and changes in topic. No continuity. Probably should try to be more concise. Yeah. Heh.
- Mood:
contemplative
So, after weeks and weeks where I felt like doing nothing much (what little I did was dreadfully uninspired and terrible - as my modeling professor was quick to note), everything hits me at once. It does feel good to stretch out finally and just go with it.
I have a habit of making avatars of silly little things when I am bored, just for the heck of it. From different comics and movies and fandoms I tend to drift toward. And, hey, I felt like sharing. Take whatever you want. They're meant to be used, after all. Note most of these are deeply, deeply silly, because I lack the capacity to take anything I do seriously. And there are a few slight edits / blanks for free use, because... well, I really don't have a reason for much of what I do, so why start now? :)
Wow, there were more of these than I had thought.
... I wish I had photoshop.
Ironman
1. 
Deadpool
1.
Whew. There's quite a few more, but I think I'll post up in sections. Right. So half of Deadpool section is uploaded. There'll be GI Joe, Transformers, Wanted, Booster Gold and Blue Beetle, Venom, Hancock, Joker (because I'm a sheep, dangnabbit), Civil War, Other Marvel Titles, Dr. Who, WALL-E, I Am Legend, The Iron Giant, Kraus/Krauss (basically Hellboy, but almost ALL are of Krauss, who just makes me giggle like a mentally deficient schoolgirl), and 'Otherly Otherliness', according to my folder.
You may commence with the sobbing. :D
- Location:Floor
- Mood: contemplative
- Music:Long, Long Time Ago (hace mucho, mucho tiempo), Pan's Labyrinth
So, chemotherapy is definitely an option. The oncologist was optimistic in terms of time, at least. He said grandma could add two or more years onto her life. Collective sigh of almost relief. She'll be living with my uncle, since he sits nicely beside her chosen hospital. So at least she has some more time.
Thunder's starting up in the horizon. I'm going to go help my nephews round up some flashlights, before I slink off to play god with the Sims, and hope for a storm.
- Location:Parents'
- Mood: mellow
- Music:White 'n' Nerdy, Weird Al Yankovic
- Location:A Couch Away From Home
- Mood: indescribable
- Music:Heal Over, KT Tunstall
... I've been chanting that all week.
OHGAWD FINALS ARE OVER. My soul might have died along with my dignity along the way, but, I HAVE SURVIVED. By the skin of my teeth and some entirely too-late nights (and resulting too-early mornings, for that matter), it is finished. By the power of Greyskull baby. Cue hysterical hyperventilating, but, hey, as long as I don't have any more surprises sprung up, I'm good. I might not be making too much sense, but I have an excuse, because animation finals are Hell. On. Earth.
But it's over. It's finally over.
PARTY FOR ME YAY. :3
I'm going to sleep for a year. Oh, heck, I'm just going to sleep, period. For eight hours. Oh, glory. Glorious glory of sleepy gloriness. I might even watch some TV. Cook food that doesn't come in a convenient-and-unwholesome package.
... Alright, scratch plan C. I'm a lousy chef.
Hmm. Probably need to update my DeviantART account with something that's not mind-bogglingly bad. No photoshop stuff yet, because the school has apparently decided all I ever need to know for a computer-based industry is acrylic paint. Way to go, AI. Way to be on the ball with that one. OH GAWD IT IS OVER. NEEEEEEEEHHHHHHGGGG. Words cannot describe my relief. It is profound. Life-shattering, even. I could cry, if I didn't have this greaser front to maintain. Huh. >..>
Sleep for me, sleep for me, sleep for a week, sleep for meeeeeeeeee~
Yes, I totally sang that. Off-key and horribly, but nonetheless... my life is now a musical.
... sleeeeeeeeeep........ yeeessssssssss.....
WHOOT.
- Location:Under the bed, waiting for the UFOs.
- Music:Zombie Me, No More Kings
...
-drools- Oh, gawd, let War Machine show up in the sequel.
But, as I poked through the interwebs, jumping from rumor to confirmation, a few sad little fan-cries rose in the back of my mind.
Where's the Flash movie? I could not care less about the DC-verse - sorry to fans, it's quite simply not my scene - and any world without a Justice League movie is one I can have hope for, but the Flash, man, the Flash is the freaking Flash. Wally West version, of course. I actually sat through a Justice League movie for the Flash scenes alone. Admittedly my eyes glazed over whenever Superman opened his mouth, but, hey, Flash is so worth it.
And as I thought these admittedly biased thoughts, a few other ideas reared their spandex-y heads. So, I made a list of comic movies I would love to see happen. Who knows? With the trend the way it is now, it could totally happen.
Of the established franchises, the most I would adore would be X-Men 4. Maybe with Genosha as part of the plot. Oh, and Sentinels. Yes. Though anything with a Nightcrawler appearance would be just fantastic. Oh, and Black Box (shut up, I loves him so). And Banshee. And Jubalee. Because I'm silly and have a thing for (in my opinion) underdeveloped characters.
Spiderman movies seem to be on the radar, so I really don't need to add it to the list. But... eh, what can I say? Smart alek-y webslingers are great fun. And - a rumor I hope against hope is true - there seems to be the stirrings of a Venom film adaption on the horizon. Will Carnage show up? Who cares, it's Venom, baby. Yes. We loves us some alien-goo. ... maybe Venom-Savage-Land-dinosaurs-combo would be cool... yeeeees. Dear lord, CaD has spoilt me rotten.
I was going to put Runaways on the list, but, whaddya know, already in the works. I squee with joy regularly as I prowl about for the first images.
And things that aren't even in the ballpark (yet):
Bob, Agent of HYDRA, the movie. 'Nuff said.
Solar: Man of the Atom. Valiant style.
Marvel: Civil War (likely not to happen. Probably too big, too political-ish. Still, freaking awesome to think about. It seems like most people didn't really like it, but, dang, I drooled over that series.)
... Marvel Zombies. Because zombies make everything better, dangnabbit.
Agency X, with Alex being ridiculously ginormous and the girls and the silliness/awesomeness that is Deadpool. So, so unlikely, yet so, so appealing.
ABC Warriors. Two words: JOE. PINEAPPLES.
Willow Creek, because, dangit, I like silly werewolf things that aren't fuzzy, cuddly, or Underworld. Somewhat likely, given the Thirty Days of Night adaption.
A Nick Fury film. Maybe the formation of S.H.I.E.L.D. Maybe Fury just saying Dum-Dum. Maybe me just staring with giddy stupidity at a screen with Nick Fury on it. Oh, Ironman, you tease me so.
Ajax movie? I might be alone on this one.
Also, I need my Transformers fix. Whenever I go to a movie (such as Indiana Jones and the Crystal Skull, which was pretty good - very much in the spirit of the old films. Nostalgia galore. But not quite up to snuff with the classic stuff.), I'm almost at the edge of my seat waiting for a hint, a preview, and 'First Look' report-y thing. We needs-wants it.
Hm. We needs more money, too, now that we think about it. Sigh.
Also, is it sad that I can't think of the Juggernaut without thinking of Black Tom? X-Men three is ruined for me. XD
- Mood: complacent
Truth be told, I admit I haven’t been too interested in the goings on in its universe. I’ve been drifting around and about – Willow Creek is something I started picking up, IDW Transformers, Fables, dabbled with Johnny the Homicidal Maniac (after being pestered for years about it, I expected something a little more ‘oh-ah-amazing’. It was so-so.) to my eternal shame, and a few others that escape my mind at the moment. I think I stopped sometime after the New Avengers picked up. Sometimes I’d see something and go, ‘hmmmmmm’, but ultimately would pass. I told myself that I’d start up again when they got something really great out – something I didn’t have to go miles out of my way to acquire.
Back in the day, I used to share comics with my brother. X-Men was always a favorite (he liked Juggernaut, Cyclops, Gambit, Wolverine, et cetera – I liked Magneto, Nightcrawler, Mystique… many wars were waged), Spiderman, Fantastic Four, I think we had some Avengers, but don’t quote me. And when I could, I did at least look at Deadpool (my brother refused to buy them and I never could hold on to enough money). Everything seemed fantastic back then – this huge alternate earth where heroes and villains duked it out for the planet. And then my interest waned. I watched the cartoon adaptations – heck, I still love the X-Men: Evolutions cartoon – but I didn’t get as into as I used to.
They came out with X-Men, the first film, and Spiderman, and unfortunately the Hulk (never liked him much. Back in your corner with Captain America and Superman. Shoo.) and I reluctantly poked at Marvel, and circled around it for a while. Picked up a few issues – trades, because I prefer them – and dipped a toe back into that crazy, zany universe.
… Ironman was so the last straw. Especially at that very, very end reference after the credits (If you go watch it, WAIT!! Wait until the credits are done! There’s more!)
I get to Seattle, where, suddenly, comics were in easy reach. And, suddenly, I can find whatever Marvel issues I want. I find some Spiderman, avoid Batman at all costs, peek at the New Advengers, Marvel: Zombies, the newer X-Men issues… and I’m a little addicted again. I forgot how fun it was in Marvel. How varied and weird and twisty and with soap opera-esque plotlines that would leave even the savviest geek going, ‘huh?’.
I actually managed to find Kelly-era Deadpool comics. Win.
Anyhow. A friend has been pestering me about Cable and Deadpool comics since forever. It sounded good, and I loved the art. But someone said it made Deadpool into a super-angst-muffin, and that, frankly, would break my heart. He’s the Merc with a Mouth, for crimony’s sake! Sarcastic and surly. Keeper of rooms filled with sharp objects. Semi-abusive best friend… well, okay, manipulative jerk best friend, but still. Bad guy. Kinda. A multi-faceted character. I didn’t want to read about him getting lobotomized, or getting the Batman-treatment (… angst… so… painful…)
But… Comic Con is coming… here… (AND I’m going both days, BOO-YAH! My best friend is coming up an’ we’re gonna watch cheesy old Superhero movies an’ break out my X-Men cartoon an’ the new movies an’ make tacos an’ rock out in the apartment with Army of Two and everything on the ‘360 ‘cause my roomie is gone ‘til Monday, baby! ... ahem.)
Curiosity overwhelmed me. I couldn’t resist.
I am so freaking glad I got these comics. CaD (I find the abbreviation funny.) TPBs two through four (my usual haunts didn’t have one… sadness. But CC will! And toys! Maybe. Hopefully there’ll be pre-previews of the new movies –fingers crossed–)
Anyhow.
It’s witty. It has plot without mindless whining. The art is gorgeous. It’s nicely paced. Deadpool. Cable not being intolerable. No super romance in sight. Yes.
The Burnt Offering is fantastic. The character involvement was believable (Nick Fury), the action well paced (Nick Fury), snarky Deadpool (did I mention Nick Fury?), snarky Beast (that’s just made of win)… I think I might have drooled a bit. Really good, a solid piece of fiction all around.
The Human Race… I liked it, don’t get me wrong. The beginning was so strong, and I thought it was going to be my all time favorite, right up to the Wade-Cable semi-confrontation/threat thing and the subsequent contact with the Black Box. I was totally engrossed. Completely.
It got… a little hokey. The brain washing thing, I could roll with (the dialogue was too perfect to be harsh with it… Black Booooox…). Then my heart started sinking, when they dimension-hopped to alternate versions of Cable. It was still clever, really, and with the same snarky dialogue. It just… I don’t know. It felt like a cop-out. They had this great, wonderful build up, compelling narrative, and then they dive for the tried and true and slightly trite alternate-reality thing. I probably would have adored the reality hopping (Apocalypse-Cable continues to grow on me), had the beginning been different. It was two stories smashed together, and I left vaguely disappointed. I do still adore it, but it’s like the failed child. You say you love them all the same, but…
That was a strange metaphor. In any case, not as good as Burnt Offering. Liked Cannonball…s. And Semi-fatherly!Sinister. Baby Cable, okay, that was funny. So, yeah, would have liked the second half on its own, would have LOOOOVED the first one with a different ending. Of course, that’s just me, and I don’t speak for everyone else. So mostly it was a win.
Bosom Buddies, though… wow. That is, hands down, the best CaD I’ve read so far (not getting more, not ‘til CC, must resist… new shipment… gaaaah…). I’ve read it thrice since purchasing it. If the series continues more like this, jeez, I’ll toss in with even the New Avengers. Though Spider-Girl makes me roll my eyes.
DC still holds my contempt until the end of time. They brought Superman into existence. Unforgivable.
While I’m on this tangent, rumors of a Flash movie and new Ironman comics taking place after the movie. Yum. This has been a good year to comic nerds, yes. And I have become a born-again Marvel whore. Sigh. That’s going to put a punch in my wallet as much as IDW is. So worth it. GI Joe might be restarted. Might want to poke at that too. Hmm. More news at the CC, probably. Hopefully they’ll have some previews. Oh, and I wonder if I can find more IDW TF comics. And maybe some more Deadpool merchandise, because, hell, I’ve been thrown back into that wonderful world and I need to express that, dangnabbit. XP
Oh. Ironman. Movie. So good. Watched it twice on opening weekend. Sad, I know, but my sister wanted to go, and, hey, who am I to refuse? >:3 Definitely, whole-heartedly recommended. Snark, graphics, hilarity – a great opener. There has to be a sequel. After that ending… ending thing… oh, Jebus, I need a sequel. Eye-patches! Ngahhhah!
Should get mother something while I’m there. Just to be an arse. She listens to my rambles and character dissections and endless prattle, and I doubt very much she wants anything I could find there, but we’ll see. Maybe can find a ridiculously girly something, though that might hurt my soul to touch it. Jewelry, maybe, if I can’t find a suitable CC gift. Flowers? Too transitory. Oh, some new books. She likes the Terry Brooks. Patterson, too. Probably will stop at Borders later to dig a good one up.
I need to get in touch with my feminine side. Damn.
This is entirely too long and rambly.
I’m gone. Need to drag out the extra pillows for the Katie. (Oh! Perfect timing. I convinced my brother to go! Yes. Ha. He doesn’t like comics anymore, he’s an adult. All growed up. Tch. As if video games aren’t just a step up in nerdery from comics and cartoons.)
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EDIT: Sometimes, fans can get so elitist. Which, in itself, is very strange. "You're not a real fan if you/unless you -Insert ridiculous claim here-". Someone just got chewed out for only knowing a Marvel character as far as mainstream media had taken him, and was trashed as a 'poser'. A fan is a fan. It doesn't matter if they are new or old-school - everybody starts somewhere. People should be encouraged. And if they got into Wolverine because of a movie - so what? It doesn't trash their merit. It doesn't make them less a fan, or less a person, as was implied. It bothers me when people act like that. Sigh. Oh, well, roll with the punches and ignore the 'hardcore' fanboys. Not worth the trouble.
I'm gonna go get some apple sauce and play some Zelda: TP, baby.
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- Music:Buttercup Baby, the Temptations
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