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Ramblings
Thursday, June 22, 2006. 6:14 p.m.The Peasants Want the Kings to Come Down and Play I think it broke my bank account, but it's mine --- mine at last. Ahahahahahahaha! *clears throat* I speak, of course, of the Alias Omnibus, an oversized, hardcover collection of all 28 issues of Brian Michael Bendis' MAX series Alias. My local comic book store had it on hold for me for the past three months, and I had to pay for it in installments because it was that damn pricey. But it was totally, totally worth it. I devoured the whole thing in one sitting. This is --- I really think --- Bendis at his best. If the guy didn't already have my borderline scary fannish devotion before (and he did), Alias just sealed the deal. I am in love with this guy's writing. I am in love with Jessica Jones. I am in love with freaking Ant-Man. Of course, I don't think Alias would have been as compelling as it was if not for Michael Gaydos' art. Bendis has been lucky in that respect: all of his best writing has been fairly matched by really kick ass artists. Alex Maleev, Michael Avon Oeming, David Mack --- I fangirl them all shamelessly. In related (non) news, I also finished reading the illustrated edition of 'Salem's Lot that I got during my trip to Bangkok. It was pretty enjoyable, but not really Stephen King's best work. (To be fair, though, it was only his second novel). But what I did find absolutely fascinating was reading the birth of Stephen King's character archetypes. Ben Mears, Father Callahan, Mark Petrie, Matt Burke, Susan Norton, Jimmy Cody and even the townspeople were characters I'd encountered before, in different forms and under different names. It was a strange experience, reading a novel for the first time and realizing that I already knew the characters, but it also felt a little bit like coming home. On a more personal note, I gave my mom the Seinfeld Season 5 DVD for her birthday. (And there was much wailing and gnashing of teeth from my wallet.) But at least she's happy, and that's what counts. Being for the Benefit of Mr. Kite How's that for a totally random title? I'd come up with something more original or relevant, but I just can't be bothered right now. I've just gotten back from the endocrinologist. My thyroid levels are normal, but there's a possibility that it'll all go out of whack again once I'm off my meds. That means I'd have to take radioiodine therapy for a couple of days and be isolated for a couple of weeks after that because I'd be radioactive --- which sounds cool in (comic book) theory, but will probably prove to be a drag. Then after that, I'd have to be on hypothyroid medication for the rest of my life. That's the worst case scenario, of course. (And even that wouldn't be so bad, since lots of people in my family have gone through the same thing with no apparent ill effects.) I'm still hoping, though, that when I'm finally off my meds, my thyroid problem will have the good grace to stay away. In other news, my grandmother gave me a daily Christian devotional thingy. She wrote my name on the cover and everything, just so there's no mistaking who it was meant for. It's a sweet gesture. It would be even sweeter if the implication didn't seem to be that she fears for my immortal soul. Grandparents are funny creatures sometimes. |
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