I watch a lot of anime. A lot. Seriously. I practically get paid in anime, so I've seen a lot of things. Unfortunately, this means I've seen a lot of One Piece, which, over time, apparently results in brain lesions that simulate mild enjoyment when watching the show. I think my brain is bleeding, but nothing is leaking out yet, so I'll just wait for oblivion to wipe my shame from the earth.Incidentally, viewing 13 episodes really gives you a fantastic chunk of time where your hands are unoccupied, freeing up that 13MBs of brain-space to open a new window and let you knit while you watch tv! I finished my socks this way, and am now trudging through several more inches of Husband's scarf. Really need to get paid, though, so I can order the SBJ pattern and have that at hand. Imagine! The garter stitch! Oh the simplicity!
Also! I recently picked up a new novel while visiting our local comic store (Comic Interlude . Highly recommended for that authentic geek feel, with towering piles of anime/comic related merchandise stacked so deep that they qualify as sub-par building materials and literally define the store's layout, and aisles so full of comic happiness that you have to walk single file around the the center pile o' swag, as if paying a strange homage to the ink-stained gods of stories past.) and have rediscovered the soul-glowing wonder that is: Reading a book you've never read before.
True to form, the novel I currently am savoring is Hellboy: Fire Wolves, and it's pretty awesome. Of course, Hellboy is usually awesome, and when writers are so taken with Mike Mignola's characters and world that they themselves are deemed worthy of contributing....well, it helps a lot. My only fear is that Poor Mr. Lebbon will find himself succumbing to that ever-present societal undercurrent of underdog vs. world stories, and give Hellboy a romantic interlude with the damsel in distress. I hate that.
Also! I recently picked up a new novel while visiting our local comic store (Comic Interlude . Highly recommended for that authentic geek feel, with towering piles of anime/comic related merchandise stacked so deep that they qualify as sub-par building materials and literally define the store's layout, and aisles so full of comic happiness that you have to walk single file around the the center pile o' swag, as if paying a strange homage to the ink-stained gods of stories past.) and have rediscovered the soul-glowing wonder that is: Reading a book you've never read before.
True to form, the novel I currently am savoring is Hellboy: Fire Wolves, and it's pretty awesome. Of course, Hellboy is usually awesome, and when writers are so taken with Mike Mignola's characters and world that they themselves are deemed worthy of contributing....well, it helps a lot. My only fear is that Poor Mr. Lebbon will find himself succumbing to that ever-present societal undercurrent of underdog vs. world stories, and give Hellboy a romantic interlude with the damsel in distress. I hate that.
(And let me take a moment to eyeball you in an intimidating manner, Del Toro. You have stained the world I love, and will never be forgiven. Also, WTF with Pan's Labyrinth? You need mental help, and I almost hope you never get it, so your twisted visions will drag you into a strange new level of torment from which there is no escape. I mean, yes, Mignola is teh awesum, but you're like the cruel bigger kid that, recognizing within your primitive perception a kind of beauty you can't achieve on your own, gloms onto the artistic child and drags them into your rounds, having them kick the victims after you've pushed them into the mud and stolen their ice-cream money. Then you twist your features into that manic smile, declare "We're so the best of friends!" in that screeching howl you use when you are happy and, using one crooked paw to steer/drag your accomlice with you, you begin plotting your next assault. We all see it, and we hope to whatever powers that be that the artistic one escapes your 'friendship' before their talent turns ugly-by-association.)
Hellboy is undeniably cool, but I find I can't accept the possibility of him having 'flings'. By his very nature and origin, he a lonely and long-haul type of guy (however long or short that 'haul' may be), so I find the possibility of throwing a random damsel into the mix mildly disgusting. Also, Del Toro, Hellboy practically raised Liz, in a definite big-brother fashion. Again, you need to seek psychiatric care.
Hellboy is undeniably cool, but I find I can't accept the possibility of him having 'flings'. By his very nature and origin, he a lonely and long-haul type of guy (however long or short that 'haul' may be), so I find the possibility of throwing a random damsel into the mix mildly disgusting. Also, Del Toro, Hellboy practically raised Liz, in a definite big-brother fashion. Again, you need to seek psychiatric care.
Ugh. I agree. I fear for Del Toro's undertaking of The Hobbit. I truly do. Will the dwarves have eyes on their hands, too? Gollum will probably even have eyes on his TOES. Just to, you know, shake things up a bit. Hell, the giant wood spiders will probably be nothing BUT eyeballs, and the trolls will have none at all! Seriously...SOmeone needs to have Del Toro comitted.
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