All Star Superman

I have been following Grant Morrison's All Star Superman line since before I left the mainland. Not very faithfully, mind you. But I've been trying to catch up here and there (sitting in borders/barnes reading month old back issues) and so far what I've seen has been just as impressive.

It's hard to imagine that anyone could incorporate some golden age elements into modern day storytelling without falling into something ridiculous or self-depricating, but Morrison does so gracefully.

Frank Quitely's artwork is an acquired taste but one that's had enough time to simmer and grow on me, I guess. His work on the Authority and X-Men was so graphic and violent that seeing his take on an essentially brighter and more upbeat flagship character kinda demonstrates a range that I didn't expect. Granted, most people's faces look like prunes when he draws 'em, I think his style compliments these stories perfectly.

In tribute, I made this desktop from pieces and parts of my local internet:




All Star Supes is good stuff. The GODDAMN BATMAN however...that's another deal altogether. And another post. Goodnight.

INDIANA JONES

...and the Kingdom of No Refunds. There's nothing I can say about this that isn't being expressed better all over the rest of the internet so I'll just stick with a rating: 2 out of 5 stars.

In order to make myself feel better about a movie that I walked into with no expectations and out of with unprecedented disappointment, I went to blockbuster for a reminder of teh cool...


My favorite of the Indy movies, one scene in particular kicked it all back into perspective for me with an ultimate (unintentional?) zen epiphany:


And then...


So finally...



Thus concluded my saturday night. Also there were some fireworks and I went to church.

THE END.

IRON MAN

Winner. My only regret was not sticking around for the end credits for the big Sam Jackson Nick Fury cameo.

I guess we'll just have to see it again.

And by we I mean me. Alone.


Also, Stark can build an selfpowered artificial heart in a cave using fire and a hammer...but he still rolls in an R8?



Not that there's anything wrong with this hotness but I figured he'd have built himself something that could transform or travel through time or bust ghosts or something.

In any case, the movie was good. Great start to the summer movie season.

I'm sorry

I got carried away and forgot the choice I made.

The choice we made.

I am strong, I'll be better now and remember where the lines are.



See you around.

Something Good

SOMETHING NEW

This was a good movie. A very good movie.

For several reasons that are worth writing out but I'm just too tired to do so.

Good stuff.

Exactly What I Deserve

I didn't listen to everyone when they said "don't bother" and decided to keep an open dialogue with aforementioned Ex (not that one, the other one). I've already admitted a weakness when she wants to get in touch and today my weakness betrayed me.

I let it roll into a personal conversation and then was subsequently burned when she gave me the answers to questions I shouldn't have asked in the first place. Part of what sucked was I had just gotten to work when it happened and I let it eat at me for the rest of the day. The other part was that I couldn't talk about it with anyone without feeling like even more of a loser.



But I did and now I feel even worse than before since the person I spilled it to is one of the most vocal "what the fuck is wrong with you" friends I have. They aren't wrong, either. Why did I even bother? Am I really concerned with what's going on in her life or am I just so lonely and starved for personal attention that I'll take it from anyone willing to give me the time of day? Even this introspection reeks of circular argumentative FAIL.

How could I let her hurt me like that after all this time? I didn't think you were even allowed to feel this way when there's nothing there anymore.

Fucking pathetic.




/more wine
//less whine
///more sleep
////less weak

Balance

One cup of coffee at 8:30 PM necessitates one cup of Wine at 2:15 AM. Such is the balance I am attempting to restore to an otherwise ordinary evening.

So much to do in the days ahead. I'm slowly rationalizing a series of irrational decisions based on impulse. Outdated impulses with upgraded rationales lead me to believe that my next attempt at success will prove less successful since I do so without the support of my loved ones.

I only hope God is still on my side.

Something to Say

Upon discussion with a coworker on the topic of blogs I confessed my inability to start and actively maintain my own blog.

His response was "you have to have something to say, otherwise it's a waste of your time and the readers' ".

As of now there are many things to say about many things in general. As it is, the time is 11:13 pm and I have no one to say them to. Alone again =|

So here I am. On the internet at midnight. 2 beers deep with no ambition to do anything beyond finishing this sentence if there isn't anyone to say it to.



So...anyone there?



No? I'm going to bed then.

Dining on ashes

She called. Not that she, but the other she. And she had a lot to say about a lot of things. I am weak when she calls so I talk to her too. Who cares though, we're grown ups now, right? Two perfectly lonely grown ups with a history. That's normal too, I guess.

Why does nothing ever stay buried?

I'll try to do a better job of keeping you updated and stop being so cryptic but I just got off the phone and I'm still a little iffy right now. Hmph. I guess we'll see.