God motherfucking DAMMIT. And then there was one. My impromptu summertime game of Twentysomething Survivor has reached a ferociously bloody climax. Like, Throne of Blood bloody. Like, attacking the Third Castle in Ran bloody. Yeah, I've been watching a lot of Kurosawa since declaring bankruptcy. There's something to be said for the cathartic theatricality of actually using bright red paint for screen blood. Suits my mood.

Random act of violence alert: I was riding my bike home last night, and some guy just came at me. Made to hit me with his bike, and then took a shot at me with his foot. Missed on both counts, because he sucks. (And also: because I rule!!) He scarpered immediately thereafter, giving me the finger the whole way and catcalling for me to follow him and do something about it. Which I did not, because as usual, I was sort of too stunned by the pointlessness of it all. Hmmm... "Stunned By The Pointlessness Of It All." Yet another potential Indian name for me.

Right then, so the interesting thing about reading The Sentry and New Avengers and Secret War and Mighty Avengers in their entireties all in two weeks is, I pretty much understanding the Marvel U completely right now. Which has, like, never happened before. I even went and re-read House of M (again) and actually knew who everyone was, how they got there, and where they went afterwards. It all makes sense. Honestly, I'm better at Marvel history now than I ever was at Canadian history. But then, Canadian history didn't have Jessica Drew. I think that would have helped considerably, particularly during Champlain's problems in Ticonderoga.

I'm supposed to be writing right now. And instead I'm... writing. FOOLISHNESS!!