Various Sundries of the Homebody Sort

Today was a rip-roaring day filled with home-i-ness in the form of’s Corn & Crab Chowder (to which I added celery and onion, almost reaching the holy trifecta of good Cajun cooking) and’s Maple Salmon (to which I added Korean pepper flakes).

Wish I had pictures, but I lost my camera charger somewhere between Paris and home, and I’ve yet to replace it. I know that the instant I spend the money for a new one, the old one will turn up. This has happened to me, without fail, since elementary school. If the universe is telling me to stop losing shit, I think it needs to pick a new object lesson. This one particular failing is not getting fixed.

Also, in a country kind of mood. Apparently being barefoot in the kitchen will do that to me. Go figure. Anyways, I actually enjoy country music. It’s just the culture tied to the cowboy chaps and apron strings so prevalent in country music that irk me so. Thankfully, just when I think I’m getting completely fed up with the songs celebrating formulaic gender roles, a Tegan and Sara shows up or Neko Case. I’ve sprinkled some country-sounding songs into the mix to save me a tiny bit of time. I can’t be stopping every five seconds to stare at my laptop and mouth “You have got to be kidding me.”

Finally watched my S2 DVD of Terminator: SCC, which just made me absolutely joyful and heartbreakingly angry at the same time. I absolutely hate that Fox ditched SCC just when it was getting to the point where new viewers could’ve entered and gotten totally sucked in. That series was nothing less than a dream come true (COME ON! Lena Headey AND Summer Glau?!?!?!) with the best writing, best music, best pacing, best character decisions, and best potential. It died too early to be marred by its own complexity (like, BSG and Lost eventually did, no matter how I loved those shows).  But seeing the extras on the DVD, and realizing just how much thought was placed in each step of the individual stories and the overarching plots, I think they could’ve gone the distance. If only Fox had given them that chance. I’m really befuddled as to how SCC got cancelled after two seasons and Smallville is reaching it’s 11th or 12th or whatever it is at this point. God, the absurdity.

Of course, there was Josh Friedman’s gleeful commentary on S2Ep1, where he told us that Brian Austin Green’s ability to churn out exposition was cunningly tied to his disrobing. A la Sawyer’s nekkid chest exposition in Lost. He’s totally right. It works. 😀


Late, Late For a Very Important Date

With you, internets! Only ever with you.

I need to start posting these the day I mean to as opposed to at 3 in the morning on the next day. Anyways, here I am, just spouting off words because I honestly can’t think of anything better to write but consistency is the key here, right?
Well, not right. I could spend the rest of my life pushing some button at the button factory for consistency’s sake but that wouldn’t necessarily lead me anywhere other than Arkham.

Just an odd thought, though, that I had earlier. I was thinking how interesting and awesome it would be to go to one of these cons and ask each artist to draw equal numbers of male pin-ups and female pin-ups. For each picture of Catwoman bending over some diamond necklaces, I’d love to see Batman leaning against a doorframe with his tights ripped “just so”.

I’ve been watching Lost (as mentioned in the last bajillion posts) and the one thing I love about the show is how consistent they are with the equal amounts of girl pretty and guy pretty. If there’s a gratuitous female clothing changing scene, there’s usually a gratuitous shirtless and dripping wet male fishing scene. And so on and so forth. I’d just like an equal number of gender pretties in my comics, if you please. And not that Frank Miller shit where Joker is this slick, metrosexual deviant with an enormous dragon tattoo. That’s just not fun.


Please tie a bow around a sexy Flash in a towel hung low or a drenched Superman with just his cape. Too many artists take the male pin up as an over the top, cheesy kind of art. And I guess it is, just as much as the over the top cheesy kind of pin ups they draw each panel for women.

So fair’s fair. Sexy girly times = Sexy boy toy times. Use your imagination, artists and writers. Actually, that seems to be the problem. Use real life examples. If shows like Lost and Battlestar Galactica can manage sexy boy times without it overpowering the stories being told, I’ve got faith that so can you.

Actually. I’d love to be proven wrong, so I think I’m gonna go look for some genuinely hot panels of various comic book characters from various artists’ sites or scans daily.

But tomorrow.

No writing today, got a couple of emails done, and haven’t finished the good old curriculum vitae, but getting there.

Also, Lost with BKV as story editor. Is it just me or did it suddenly start getting really scary suspenseful again instead of just bloody confusing?

“Dear Diary, today I was pompous and my sister was crazy.”

– Safe, Firefly

Lost is getting really fucking confusing. I’m now in early S3, and I never realized before how many of the secrets I picked up through pure pop culture osmosis. Now, I’m in blind territory and it is really, really fucking confusing. Plus, I’m about 5 years late to the party. S’alrighty.

Didn’t write any words today, and didn’t really get the emails written that needed to be written. Also, need to get on that job thingy.

Other than that, fairly productive day. Made some blueberry muffins a la Very crunchy cinnamon-sugar crumble on top and vanilla and Grand Marnier in the batter. Finished spreadsheet-ing so far.

Now I’m going to bed, as soon as I finish this episode of Lost. Damn you, Abrams.

Also, POC’s dying to the left, POC’s dying to the right. Nothin’ but POC’s and women. Great job writers. I can’t wait to see what the Vaughan episodes look like.

New Year, New Post

Brinner. Commonly known as “Breakfast for Dinner”.  Which I am consuming right now.

Menu du soir

Buttered blueberry pancake w/ Grade A maple syrup

Brown sugar glazed bacon

Scrambled eggs with fine sea salt

A double portion of Swiss Miss hot chocolate w/marshmallows

Tidbit for the Day

Aliens made them do it.

That’s what they found out later when the whole mess was through. It started with the charismatic leader of a splinter group in the Jewish community during the age of Roman expansion. And it ended with the ineffable judgement of higher beings on their measly three thousand year old culture.

Hannah, who had grown up only ever knowing a world where the alien presence was prevalent, remembered how her grandparents shied away from the aliens in the streets in very clear xenophobia. When she heard them ranting about the Constitution and inalienable rights, she heard nothing but the outdated rants of people who’d lived past their sell by date. Not that she wished her relatives harm but it was embarassing bringing her friends over to a house where they’d hear all sorts of phobic insults and speciesist mutters.

No idea where I was going with this. It’s not even a tidbit. More of a fleeting thought. But I figure, I’ve got 150 words today. I’ll do 300 tomorrow. And maybe 450 after that.

Also, mainlining Lost (thanks Elaine’s bf Ryan).  Just got to Season 1 finale and my faves thus far are Hurley and Rousseau. Also Turnip Head (aka Aaron) and Sawyer’s relationship.