I recently read a friend's blog, who mentionned Superman. So, I've been wondering something about that dude. Since everything in that guy is "super duper", everything we can see, at least, why oh why does he wear his underwear atop his trousers? Although it's thighs, more like.
Not that I expect any kind of answer, mind. Just needed to get it out of mine system.
Now that it's done, well... I kinda find myself at a loss, really. I know it's old news now, but I can't seem to get over Marvel killing Captain America. Admittedly, he was way too old for his own good, but why not let him fade into the night, instead of killing him? I mean, it's not like Marvel ever respected the passage of time... The son of Reed and Jane Richards managed to stay three years old for about 5 of our years, and then all of a sudden grew up to being roughly 18. Not to mention Spidey's various tribulations, time-wise.
That's why I don't read comics anymore. That and cross-overs. Whoever invented that was a devious genius, and should probably be the target of a swathe of anger from readers all around the world. Although the sales exec probably rever him and sacrifice young readers to his glory, in some lost, dark publication company's basement.
Fortunately, the good folks at Vertigo have enough good taste to produce satisfying products. I'm a huge fan of 100 Bullets, and of course titles like Preacher are always good to read.
Anyhow, enough geeking out for tonight.
Cheerio!
jeudi 27 novembre 2008
dimanche 16 novembre 2008
Kittens, cocktail and baloon-lightsabers...
... do not make up for an easy morning.
Seriously.
Last night I had a couple friends over at my place. The previous night I had gone to a party that actually was more of a "sit down and drink beer for hours while trying to nail down the meaning of life and the universe" evening than truly a party... and drinking only beer for hours at a time doesn't sit with me very well. So, to get to the point of that looooooooooong-ass sentence, we stroke a deal to make some cocktails.
And so it was that yesterday afternoon I scoured the city to find myself a good shaker. Which I eventually did, after a visit to my own personnal Huggy Bear. Then I spent 40€ in various juices, a bottle of gin and a bottle of Martini. My friends were supposed to buy some whiskey and some vodka but nooooooooooooo, they had to forget about it. As is usually the case it was too late to buy more booze when they got here. Anyhow, I had to make do with gin and the fruit juices I had, right?
Well, you'd be surprised to know how very much drinkable pear juice, orange juice, gin and a splash of whiskey is. Also, I discovered that as disgusting as it sounds, white martini and coke (the drink, not the psychotropic alcaloid that kills so many people) is actually very tasty if properly dosed. Emphasis on the "IF".
The drinks induced a baloon swordfight that left us out of breath from laughter, as you could imagine. There are some pictures of this, which some of you might get to see. I know I will use my censoring right on some of them, though.
The most sharp-minded of my readers will have noticed the presence of kitties in the title of this post. Well, as for that... suffice to say that kitties ARE evil, no matter what their slaves try to tell you. Yes, you read correctly. Most so-called domesticated cats actually have domesticated their legal owners. Spend enough time around one of them and you shall see.
Anyhow, I have to be off, due to some pear juice bottle that had the nasty idea of being empty.
Cheerio!
Seriously.
Last night I had a couple friends over at my place. The previous night I had gone to a party that actually was more of a "sit down and drink beer for hours while trying to nail down the meaning of life and the universe" evening than truly a party... and drinking only beer for hours at a time doesn't sit with me very well. So, to get to the point of that looooooooooong-ass sentence, we stroke a deal to make some cocktails.
And so it was that yesterday afternoon I scoured the city to find myself a good shaker. Which I eventually did, after a visit to my own personnal Huggy Bear. Then I spent 40€ in various juices, a bottle of gin and a bottle of Martini. My friends were supposed to buy some whiskey and some vodka but nooooooooooooo, they had to forget about it. As is usually the case it was too late to buy more booze when they got here. Anyhow, I had to make do with gin and the fruit juices I had, right?
Well, you'd be surprised to know how very much drinkable pear juice, orange juice, gin and a splash of whiskey is. Also, I discovered that as disgusting as it sounds, white martini and coke (the drink, not the psychotropic alcaloid that kills so many people) is actually very tasty if properly dosed. Emphasis on the "IF".
The drinks induced a baloon swordfight that left us out of breath from laughter, as you could imagine. There are some pictures of this, which some of you might get to see. I know I will use my censoring right on some of them, though.
The most sharp-minded of my readers will have noticed the presence of kitties in the title of this post. Well, as for that... suffice to say that kitties ARE evil, no matter what their slaves try to tell you. Yes, you read correctly. Most so-called domesticated cats actually have domesticated their legal owners. Spend enough time around one of them and you shall see.
Anyhow, I have to be off, due to some pear juice bottle that had the nasty idea of being empty.
Cheerio!
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