So, about three hours ago, I tried to go to bed, as I have to be at the Lenox Hotel tomorrow morning at 6 to make money whilst I'm in-between real jobs. I'd showered, shaved, popped a pair of Tylenol PMs and crawled into bed with my best girl beside me. This was an unmitigated disaster. I read the final 120 pages of Auntie Mame and it's brilliantly funny while still tugging on your heartstrings in a not-at-all-sickly-sweet way. The edition Aaron sent me is the old not-quite-movie tie-in version with a cover that makes it look like I'm reading something vaguely smuttish. Somehow, I think the title character would approve.
After finishing Auntie Mame, I fussed about for a bit and picked up My Dog Skip, which took me back to being in the small southern towns of my youth. (I call Atlanta home, but only because none of you know where Newnan is.) While the first few chapters (as far as I've gotten - it's a thin thing, 120 pages at most) recall things like wandering in the woods with your dog, hanging out with your friends, and fishing with your dad, there's one thing missing from the text's depiction of the Southern Experience - a mention that it's sixty goddamn degrees in Atlanta right now while we've got homeless people freezing to death under bridges here. Not that I'm bitter, me.
Tonight's episode of Smallville was brilliant, if you care about the show but missed it. (Sunday Night Reru...er...EasyView makes it simple to catch again.) So many references made (Maggie Sawyer! Woot!), and handled with the idea of setting up future mythos for Clark instead of the "Oh, shit the boat is sinking fast, let's mention Batman a dozen times even though we can't use him!" feeling that Birds Of Prey had with its hamfisted attempts at continuity. Between this and the issue of Batman hitting the streets this week, I'm pretty keen on the DC properties at the moment, but I'm sure they'll do something to break my heart, just like shooting The Authority while it was still in the cradle.
So, to consolidate and reiterate: read Auntie Mame, watch Smallville and when the current Batman storyline Hush hits trade paperback, get that as finding issues 608-610 are going to be a pain in your ass if you don't have them already. Go and consume, my minions! Go And Consume!
After finishing Auntie Mame, I fussed about for a bit and picked up My Dog Skip, which took me back to being in the small southern towns of my youth. (I call Atlanta home, but only because none of you know where Newnan is.) While the first few chapters (as far as I've gotten - it's a thin thing, 120 pages at most) recall things like wandering in the woods with your dog, hanging out with your friends, and fishing with your dad, there's one thing missing from the text's depiction of the Southern Experience - a mention that it's sixty goddamn degrees in Atlanta right now while we've got homeless people freezing to death under bridges here. Not that I'm bitter, me.
Tonight's episode of Smallville was brilliant, if you care about the show but missed it. (Sunday Night Reru...er...EasyView makes it simple to catch again.) So many references made (Maggie Sawyer! Woot!), and handled with the idea of setting up future mythos for Clark instead of the "Oh, shit the boat is sinking fast, let's mention Batman a dozen times even though we can't use him!" feeling that Birds Of Prey had with its hamfisted attempts at continuity. Between this and the issue of Batman hitting the streets this week, I'm pretty keen on the DC properties at the moment, but I'm sure they'll do something to break my heart, just like shooting The Authority while it was still in the cradle.
So, to consolidate and reiterate: read Auntie Mame, watch Smallville and when the current Batman storyline Hush hits trade paperback, get that as finding issues 608-610 are going to be a pain in your ass if you don't have them already. Go and consume, my minions! Go And Consume!
