Whedon loves his magic bullet references
Thanks to everyone who sent birthday wishes yesterday. To clarify, although I joked, it’s not the getting older that had me reluctant to ackowledge my birthday yesterday. I didn’t want to celebrate my birthday because no amount of well-wishing was going to keep it from being a crap-tastic day. Call me crazy, but I think birthdays should continue to be special, even in your 30s. Instead of having a special day, I had work (I’m a fucking rock-star for hard-coding updates to our website because we’re having problems that prevent me from using our usual web editing software, big boss can’t operate basic office equipment or software which makes life harder, and I’m dealing with a far-less-than-competent contractor daily), class, homework, dieting, and trying to keep my brave face on despite my friends moving away. In short, it just wasn’t a special day, it was a banal, if not abnormally bad sorta day.
Anywho, the final issue of the Whedon/Cassaday run on Astonishing X-Men came out today. It’s hard to believe that this story arc I’ve been reading for three and a half years, the very book that brought me back to comic books (curse you Joss Whedon!), is over. The final issue had me choking back sobs in public during my lunch break. {spoiler font - highlight to read} I’m so glad Kitty isn’t officially dead - it will be less obnoxious when they eventually bring her back. Also, the final exchange between Kitty/Emma - beautiful, just beautiful. So much goodness: Beast/Brand. Scott’s eyes failing. “Brand isn’t my given name.” “I will rule it.” And the reveal featuring a drooling Reed Richards… I fucking love this shit. {end spoiler font} I’m looking forward to some quiet time where I can start at the beginning and read the whole 25 episode story in one sitting.
In fact, I’m very much looking forward to late June, when I can (theoretically) go back to pleasure reading, watching movies instead of doing homework, and playing video games.
Also, even though all those internet quizzes tell me I’m a Carrie, I’ve still never watched a single full episode of Sex in the City. It makes it hard to get excited about the movie. I guess I’ll always be more of a Golden Girls sorta guy (I’m totally Dorothy)…
Posted: May 30th, 2008 under comic books, movies, personal, television.
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Anyway, that sums up the shows I make an effort to see. I catch Journeyman, Desperate Housewives, and Eureka when I happen to be doing nothing else. I did see last week’s episode of Dirty Sexy Money with the now infamous towel scene (pictured right). I think many shows have won me over with hot-guy-in-towel scenes (i.e. Battlestar, Grey’s), but unless I happen across the show again and take more interest, I don’t think I’ll be tuning in again.Let’s hope the writer’s strike doesn’t last too long so we can get back to great scripted television.