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Jack = back
Yep, I'm back. Or, well. I've been home since Wednesday evening (and because public transportation systems can be unpredictably ass-y, particularly when they have to interface with your wheelchair, I didn't get home until after Smallville ended and so I would be undyingly grateful to anybody who can get me a copy by next Wednesday) but the continued presence of ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
thete1 in my house is... mildly distracting. Heh.
I've been through much of the friends-page backlog that's accrued since my last post, though I haven't commented on nearly as much as I ought to have, and probably won't. Sorry, especially to anyone who needed a hug, wrote fanfic, or posted fanart; don't think I don't love you. I had to stop once I'd skipped far enough back that I was seeing people's 2 November posts of optimism and civic pride about the U.S. elections due to vertigo -- but I'm not going to go into anything political right now. I'll save that for another post.
I still haven't got round to reading all of last week's comics, never mind this week's, which I've yet to get to the shop to pick up, so I've been avoiding spoilers like the plague. I'll say that I was surprised by quite a bit of the way War Games ended; and that the first issue of GREEN LANTERN: REBIRTH is chock full of fanservice of the first order (even if I remain traumatised by having found Guy Gardner's buttocks to look sexy in jeans); and that everyone -- yes, I mean YOU -- should begin reading Ed Brubaker's run on The AUTHORITY right now, if not sooner (issue #1 hit stores last week, so you should still have time to get your hands on it), even if you've never read the title before, because while it's been as good at a couple of high points before, it's NEVER been better.
I don't tend to take it personally when people unfriend my LJ, particularly when I've been through a spate of posting things of dubious interest to anyone but myself. But I confess I'm puzzled by people who unfriend me during a week and a half in which I haven't posted anything. Ah, well.
In other less-than-fun news, my extra userpics expire inless than a week. That wasn't a happy message to come home to. Can I afford to renew them? Fuck if I know -- I borrowed against this month's check last month, I have winter-gift-giving-holiday shopping to do, and I keep feeling the urge to save up funds with which to flee the country. Ah, well, it's only 34 little pictures. I'll just go back to rotating, or something. two months! Thanks go out to reilael, who is sweet and cool and all good things. You want a drabble, Rei, you just say the word, and give me a pairing...
But there are good things I have to hold on to. Te and I made a wonderfully delicious herbed-rabbit-with-root-vegetables-and-barley dish for dinner last night. Midtown Comics had DVD copies of some of the episodes for the first show I was ever fannish about -- I vividly remember taking notes for the purpose of writing fanfic, even though I wasn't quite in grade school yet -- TARZAN, an animated series by Filmation that premiered in 1976 and did not stay on the air remotely long enough damnit, and I now have a full volume of this sweet, old-school crack (and Te keeps pointing out that she understands so much about me and my fannish favourites now. Between giggles) which I will have to take to more fan-gatherings so that the love can be spread... but not anytime real soon.
I'm tired. It's been a long week, heaped on top of a long month.
And now The Batman is on. I think I'll go watch the strangely un-Bat-like Bruce make eyes at his hot, hot detective friend. Maybe even have some breakfast and/or Halloween candy.
thete1 in my house is... mildly distracting. Heh.I've been through much of the friends-page backlog that's accrued since my last post, though I haven't commented on nearly as much as I ought to have, and probably won't. Sorry, especially to anyone who needed a hug, wrote fanfic, or posted fanart; don't think I don't love you. I had to stop once I'd skipped far enough back that I was seeing people's 2 November posts of optimism and civic pride about the U.S. elections due to vertigo -- but I'm not going to go into anything political right now. I'll save that for another post.
I still haven't got round to reading all of last week's comics, never mind this week's, which I've yet to get to the shop to pick up, so I've been avoiding spoilers like the plague. I'll say that I was surprised by quite a bit of the way War Games ended; and that the first issue of GREEN LANTERN: REBIRTH is chock full of fanservice of the first order (even if I remain traumatised by having found Guy Gardner's buttocks to look sexy in jeans); and that everyone -- yes, I mean YOU -- should begin reading Ed Brubaker's run on The AUTHORITY right now, if not sooner (issue #1 hit stores last week, so you should still have time to get your hands on it), even if you've never read the title before, because while it's been as good at a couple of high points before, it's NEVER been better.
I don't tend to take it personally when people unfriend my LJ, particularly when I've been through a spate of posting things of dubious interest to anyone but myself. But I confess I'm puzzled by people who unfriend me during a week and a half in which I haven't posted anything. Ah, well.
In other less-than-fun news, my extra userpics expire in
reilael, who is sweet and cool and all good things. You want a drabble, Rei, you just say the word, and give me a pairing...But there are good things I have to hold on to. Te and I made a wonderfully delicious herbed-rabbit-with-root-vegetables-and-barley dish for dinner last night. Midtown Comics had DVD copies of some of the episodes for the first show I was ever fannish about -- I vividly remember taking notes for the purpose of writing fanfic, even though I wasn't quite in grade school yet -- TARZAN, an animated series by Filmation that premiered in 1976 and did not stay on the air remotely long enough damnit, and I now have a full volume of this sweet, old-school crack (and Te keeps pointing out that she understands so much about me and my fannish favourites now. Between giggles) which I will have to take to more fan-gatherings so that the love can be spread... but not anytime real soon.
I'm tired. It's been a long week, heaped on top of a long month.
And now The Batman is on. I think I'll go watch the strangely un-Bat-like Bruce make eyes at his hot, hot detective friend. Maybe even have some breakfast and/or Halloween candy.
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heh heh heh heh.
YOU WILL ALL SUCCUMB EVENTUALLY.
*snugs you*
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::snugs you back once you've stopped laughing at my trauma::
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Don't take anything I wrote the day after the election too seriously. Despair and ranting were coping mechanisms, and the world keeps turning.
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I MISSSSSSED YOU.
*clings*
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::snugs an Amy::
::also clings::