I read Thrillkiller this weekend and was enthralled. No idea why it took me so long. The people who review it on Amazon need to have their heads examined for the most part. Dan Brereton makes with the beautiful painting and his Batgirl is, quite frankly, hot in an Angelina Jolie way. That means she's scary and hot and you feel sort of bad for wanting to toss her around for a while like a bunny.
I also managed to read the last of Alan Moore's Swamp Thing run and it's just beautiful. It's weird to think that a romance between a muck-encrusted husk of a man and a slightly spaced-out woman would be as touching as it is, but Moore made it work, brilliantly.
I also used Lynn's iMac and iTunes to make CDs for Jenn Pahl, a fine lass that I've known for ages (since I was 14, in fact. Half my life, I've known her!) in exchange for some issues of the literary magazine we worked on together in high school. I'm fully expecting embarassment.
I also managed to read the last of Alan Moore's Swamp Thing run and it's just beautiful. It's weird to think that a romance between a muck-encrusted husk of a man and a slightly spaced-out woman would be as touching as it is, but Moore made it work, brilliantly.
I also used Lynn's iMac and iTunes to make CDs for Jenn Pahl, a fine lass that I've known for ages (since I was 14, in fact. Half my life, I've known her!) in exchange for some issues of the literary magazine we worked on together in high school. I'm fully expecting embarassment.
