i know they’re just allegations at this point, but anyone who’s seen “apt pupil” isn’t going to be shocked if they turn out to be true. there were so many lingering, sexualized shots of teenaged boys in that flick, it could have been produced by nambla.
I'll ask ya stuff... How about... If there was one comic book story line you could erase from history, what would it be?
Does the entire Chuck Austen X-men run count? It’s more like three solid years of storylines, but it’s the first thing that leaps to mind as being so obviously, unarguably without merit that it should be stricken entirely from existence. And considering that at the time, he was head-to-head on X-books with the comics writer I love to hate morethananyother, that’s saying something.
But if we’re looking for something to erase from comics, it would probably be Carol Danvers getting pregnant, delivering a grown man who also claimed to have been the one who had impregnated her, and who then ‘swept her off her feet’ (with the aid of some handy hypnosis, wink wink) to a parallel dimension. Yeah. Later writers had to retcon the guy into being a villain, because the original writers were too stupid to realize that this early draft of fucking Alien wasn’t a charming love story.
So, for making me feel dirty just for thinking about it, Avengers #200 can go cease to exist.
well, almost. almost done. i still have a bathtub full of china and none of my books or dvds or knicknacks are on my bookshelves. but they arein the same room as the bookshelves they belong on.
this has absolutely sucked. i’m sore in places i didn’t know it was possible to be sore. case in point, my thumbs fucking hurt. i could spend a few more hours and be donedone, but i don’t think i’d be able to move tomorrow if i did so. instead, i’m having a cocktail, watching the dreamy ari melber on msnbc, and kneading various body parts.
they’re about half finished. i couldbe putting the half of the house that’s done back together. but they didn’t move any of the back half of the house’s furniture inside when they finished the back half of the house. so, you know, it’s all sitting in the yard and i’m sitting here on the nice new floor, typing away on my laptop but accomplishing nothing.
can i just call them “the layers”? i think that’s what i’m gonna call them from now on. everything i could move into bathrooms and the kitchen has been moved. and the thought of having to move it all back after the layers are done is making me breathe funny. whatever. the layers said they’d be here to, you know, lay me between 8 and 9. how much do you want to bet it’s more like 9-ish?
Facts of Life premier. And Facts of Life beget Diff’rent Strokes. An important day for us all.
rune is, of course, correct. mad props to edna garrett and the righteous sisters of eastland. but the fact that rune thinks facts of life begat diff’rent strokes and not the other way around breaks my heart.
i’ve had plumbers and flooring people in the house pretty much all day and it’s absolutely sucked. but all the blowers and dehumidifiers are gone! so i can sleep in my own bed tonight! and it no longer sounds like i’m living in a wind tunnel! hooray! i’m scarfing down a turkey, bacon, and cheese omelette and climbing into bed with some comics. i refuse to adult for the rest of the day.