"Overwrought." The word to describe today was "overwrought."

Ugly Betty was on Letterman the other night... so not ugly. Man that's a fine-lookin' young lady. And she was so nervous! I find it really appealing nowadays when celebrities aren't all blasé about doing things that would make you or I very anxious.

But man howdy I am ready for this TV season to be over. Aside from Lost and House I'm pretty much enjoying nothing any more. I just wanna watch DVDs all summer long. Last night I had a terrific thunderstormy evening - I watched 2 French new wave flicks (from the Six Moral Tales box set I bought last year) and then From Hell (from the DVDs Matt Watches Repeatedly, Nay Obsessively box set). Frothy.

Borne out of this psychic vortex, I think I came up with an idea for a comic book. A perfect little gemstone of an idea that is so "me" it's actually a little scary to contemplate in its entirety. It's funny because when I come up with any story idea at all, my first thought is always "movie," but within about 60 seconds on this thing I had identified that this would work way, way better as a comic. So I'm going to develop that a bit and see where it goes. I've got a Benjamin / Camilla D'Errico look in my head (only not as porny). Lots of blues and greens and overexposed backgrounds beyond underexposed mid-grounds. Hmmm... that was specific. Anyways I scribbled out a bunch of character stuff over lunch, and again after work. And this was with me still owing Terra pages and Portrait storyboards. But I think the detour actually let my brain solve some of those problems, too. Writing by way of the Heisenberg uncertainty principle.

Following up: the only Free Comic Book Day comic that might actually lead me to read a new title was the Umbrella Academy short story by Dark Horse. It was pretty sloppy actually but I liked the art and some of the super powers (like, the ability to make lies come true). I also liked Dan Slott's Spider-Man oner, I have to say, because it was a gentle trip back to the way Spider-Man comics used to be - in that "oh no, I'm late for Aunt May's birthday and the cake has been spider-webbed to the wall!" sort of way. Otherwise, as with many a FCBD, you get what you pay for. I'm slavishly trying to read a graphic novel printed entirely in French. It's my Hamburger Hill for the week.

This guy really hates Cameron Crowe. I gotta come out of the closet on this thing: I do too. It's hard to admit this given the company I keep, but I didn't like Say Anything and I didn't like Almost Famous, and everything else he's done is just stupendously awful. I pretty much want Cameron Crowe to explode.

It amuses me to calculate the exact moment when Jerry Falwell must have looked into the Great Eye yesterday, and figured it all out way too late. This was a long, gymnastic, cacophonous day, and I'm just waiting for the next rolling wave.