Listening to - Here Comes The Night by Destroyer

Just finished reading the fifth volume of the Strangers in Paradise trade paperbacks. It's the latest one that I can find, and pretty much close to the current issues.

Read it in one sitting. These things are like 500 pages long. Amazing stuff, I tell you. Not like I haven't already filled out my entire "Summer Reading" thing from the library already (about three or so weeks after I got it) (and I would be lying if I said that my current SiP binge had nothing to do with it), but it took about three or so hours. Hooray!

I won't give away spoilers but dang. DANG. Things are ending up quite interesting (are things in SiP never NOT interesting?) and moving towards the closest thing to a happy ending that such an incredibly and beautifully realistic series can ever have.

Apparently it actually will come to an end pretty soon in 2007. I can see it in there, though I still feel very depressed. I really need to get out to the comic shop more often, but all of the series that I love and adore are rediculously serial and ended when I was six.

That's what we have libraries for. I love my library so much. They have graphic novels, and I've read each and every one of them that they have, with the exception of the somewhat awful DC superhero stuff that I can't stand because I have no idea what's going on and there isn't enough Frank Miller involved and some slightly worthless manga that had been censored into oblivion and was only here to make money off the idea that only kids like comics (ie: Dragonball. Although the manga is significantly less censored than the anime. I actually do like the manga, since it's so incredibly dirty. Full frontal male nudity on pretty much the first page? It's HILARIOUS.).

Even THEN.

Don't EVER let ANYONE tell you that comics are sub-par and intellectually unstimulating and emotionally vapid or juvinile. If anyone ever does, direct them to me for their Savage Beating. With a self-made hardcover copy of Understanding Comics by Scott McCloud. (Which consists of the original book, which is pure softcover, duct taped between two slabs of concrete.)

If you are unable to find me, get a copy of it, read it through, and then get two slabs of concrete of your own! I don't think it'll be quite as good as a good ol' fashioned Savage Beating administered to the Unworthy by a good ol' fashioned Krahka-chan, but it should do until I can find this waste of a human and beat 'im into even more submission!

Anyway, I have to go educate a fairly attractive boy in the finer points of the obscure music I listen to. He knows how to flatter a girl and he recognizes his superiors and asks them for advice in the matters in which they are specialized in. Mine happens to be listening to really good music and being able to write about it for hours and hours and hours. Preferably at 1 in the morning.

Though his taste in music does amuse me. In his words "Bethovan, Bach, Mozart and the Beastie Boys".

Yeah. He's nerdy as you imagine. Nerds are hot. With two ts.

Only thing is that he plays Morrowind on an Xbox and he claims that even if he played it on PC he wouldn't use mods. That can be forgiven, since he hasn't got the faintest clue what he's missing.

Note to all who play Morrowind on Xbox or on PC and use fewer than 100 mods - YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOU'RE MISSING. WE LIVE ON A HIGHER PLANE. ONE WITH LOTS OF BIZZAIRE GMSTS.