January 19th, 2008

sith lord cometh

suck gas.

Which Power Ring would come to you?

You have the ability to instill great fear in others.Welcome to the Sinestro Corps. You will be teleported to Qward to recieve rigorous psychological and physiological training in preparation of your duties as Yellow Lantern of Sector 2814.
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moria mask

seven eyed wizards i like.

fritz lieber's fafrd & the gray mouser by howard chaykin, mike mignola, & al williamson.

the original works have had their virtues extolled to me many times, but like so many things, i never managed to get around to them. thus, when this trade paperback came in of the comic series, i fairly leapt upon it, & i wasn't disappointed. the stories are very fun (including the...evil, interdimensional corporation?) & if the girls in the story get a short shrift, well, so does everyone who isn't fafrd or gray mouser. i don't think the "buddy" genre is offensive, even if it does mean that everyone else is sort of a paper cut-out. i also very much enjoy the wizards here: sheelba of the eyeless face & ningauble of the seven eyes, both of which are probably the most monstrous things in the book. besides that, mignola's art is just amazing; i found myself just sketching out pictures from it rather than scribbling down notes, as is my usual wont. i guess the best seal of approval i can put on it is the fact that i'm pretty sure i'm going to have to go ahead & actually buy this. heaven's sake!
forever sleep

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jenny is out of town as of this morning. something to bear in mind when i stagger over to the computer & start talking about crickets in matchboxes, & how my life is one if you just extend the metaphor to include absence crushing the matchbox under her stiletto heel. i mean, if i can even get the fucking computer to work. everything seems in working order? the computer says it is connected to the internet, the airport solemnly blinks green eyes at me, all the little boxes & widgets are just chirping away, but then you tell me why i can't navigate webpages without stealing wi-fi from someone in our building. you go ahead & tell me.

here is a thing to loath: new years resolutions. because you know what? get your fat ass out of my gym. all you...jerks. just...using my machines. i'll have my revenge. it is pretty sucky, because who can say who the quitters are? oh, i'm sure each month from now the crowding of the ymca will cut in half, then half again, & so forth. until then, though, i have to fucking stand in line to do my obliques? fuck. at least all of the new people seem afraid of the weight room. anyhow, i guess this means i've been going to the gym again for a year now. i certainly haven't become "happy" with my container, but i'm certainly less despondent about it. i could probably take you in a fight. that is a nice thing to say.

tonight i'm going over to david's for television night. i imagine maggie, james, dante, & christopher will be there. last night i watched day watch with jenny. man, russians are funny when they aren't being european. the whole plot was about tamerlane? that is pretty weird, guys. good for you. & the old guys beat up the young guys every time? your value system is charming. age & cunning! fuck if i did anything thursday; oh, right, that was cloverfield. duh. wednesday was more maggie & david; we played the krull board game, drank sake, & watched sport's night. tuesday...i watched fucking something, because i remember jenny telling me to hurry up with my fourth edition preview review. then i guess monday we must have watched the terminator show. fucking just guzzling down media & wine. woo-freaking-hoo.
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