I noticed last night when posting that my Plurk karma is now down to 0. Considering I haven't posted anything to Plurk since November, I'm not surprised. When I joined Plurk, I loved it. I enjoyed posting little blurbs about what I was doing at the moment, and seeing what others were doing. Then I realized something. I was spending more time Plurking about things than actually doing them. Even if I was watching TV, I was Plurking about what I was watching, to the point where I would miss things. Don't get me wrong, I do love the internets, and I love sticking my nose in a laptop to blog or catch up on Facebook. I just felt like I was missing something, like the more I tried to up my karma on Plurk, the more damage I did to my own karma. I guess it's a little strange to wax philosophical on something so trivial, but I'm having one of those "OMG, the world's going to end soon and I'm not getting any younger, I need to make some changes and/or follow some dreams or I'm never going to do it" days.
Now I realize I need to go back, but in moderation. I did make some friends there, and I do miss the interaction. I just don't need to spend scads of time there.
I'm so going to pay for this tomorrow, but I'm still awake at midnight. Just a couple of thoughts to take you through the wee hours:
- Nothing compares to Billie Holiday's voice singing "Lover Man". She is silky and sad and I am always amazed at how much that song soothes my soul.
- I'm terrified but optimistic, even if my world comes apart tomorrow because I know that even if times get really tough, I have people who love me, I have mad skills that someone will want to give me a job to utilize, and I've got geeky stuff to occupy my worried mind.
Tonight's episode of Smallville made our little geeky heads almost explode. After dropping the show last season during the Stride episode, I'm back this season. It's no surprise the stories are good with Geoff Johns at the writing helm. He can take anything in the DC Universe, no matter how obscure and make it interesting.
Bargain alert: I was cruising my favorite store in the whole wide world (The Great Escape--remind me to post my love letter later). They have expanded their online endeavors and have an ebay store. You can find some really great deals on used vinyl, CDs, DVDs, books, and comics! I found several Silver Age comics on my wishlist and am planning on purchasing a few this weekend. It's not as good as driving to Nashville to the actual store, but it might do.
I seriously have to go to bed. G'night, gentle readers!
OK, so I have this weird habit of taking pictures of the things we cook if it's something that I'm proud of. I decided to put those pics to good use and put them in a food blog. You can peep it here. Not much there now, but I'm hoping that there will be more and more as the days go by. Take a look and see what develops!
Wow. I can't believe it's been a couple of months since I last posted. I'm going to try to do better about posting more regularly, even if it's just a small review.
The holiday season was very relaxing. Christmas was very chill. My favorite present? A Mego Wonder Woman (hooray!).
The worst present? The Spirit. Visually, the movie was stunning. It almost out Sin City-ed Sin City (almost). However, some of the casting fell short (I'm talking to you, Scarlett Johansson), and the writing was dreadful. I don't know much about the comic outside of the relaunch that Darwyn Cooke started in 2007. I know the general story, and that it's adventure and mystery mixed with romance and comedy. Will Eisner must have been spinning in his grave. Frank Miller directed and wrote the screenplay. Now I like Frank Miller when he writes his own stuff, but when he sticks his fingers into other writers' work, he seems to get a little lost. And just as George Lucas directed Sam Jackson to under act, Miller directs him into some scenery-chewing that would make Shatner cringe. The light in the muck of this film is Gabriel Macht. He perfectly plays Denny Colt as a hero with a soft spot for the ladies and impeccable comic timing. Sarah Paulson makes a great Ellen Dolan, and Dan Lauria does a good job as her father. Despite these bright spots, the story both never gets off the ground and darts in many directions. It just can't decide what kind of movie it wants to be. I could have done without the sci-fi explanation of why the Spirit is what he is, and Dr. Octopus' fascination with a clone gone bad (it's a tiny head fused to a foot that Sam Jackson is determined to repeat how odd it is ad nauseum until we all want to leave the theater). After being excited about this movie from seeing the teaser trailers last summer, I was sorely disappointed and left the theater apologizing to my friends for dragging them to this film. The verdict? Wait until it winds up on Cinemax.
*Sigh* I still need to go see The Curious Case of Benjamin Button.
In comics news, I actually am enjoying some of Frank Miller's work. I picked up this ragged copy of Daredevil #190 from our friend Anthony's shop (Hero's Headquarters--check it out). It's a really cool Elektra story. So I've taken it upon myself to collect some of the Frank Miller arc. Between that and my search for Wonder Woman comics, I've got enough to look for. But that's the fun of it!
Hold over from last post--buy buy buy Batman:Cacophony. The first 2 issues are out, and I've got to say, Kevin Smith is a genius! (But then, I say that on a regular basis, so it's really not a stretch.)
Brain. Giving. Out. Must. Sleep. More later!
