Da, da, Iron Man! Deedle deedle deedle-da Iron Man!

(Yeah. That's actually more fun than the movie.)

Free Comic Book Day was lovely, thank you, in rather the inverse of the normal way; it was raining and cold out, so instead of visiting all the comic book stores, I just went to my favourite one and hung out. This means I missed the weed march in Queen's Park and did not get huevos rancheros for lunch, but I did get throttled by the Joker. Plus, after three years of not a week going by where I didn't wish I'd bought the Takara Batman back in '05, they finally came back into stock, my Snailers did a little whamma jamma to secure one for me, and I bought the motherfucker. And... it's... i n c r e d i b l e . Razor-accurate and clockwork-precise. Big Fuckin' Hellboy's legacy is nicely represented in Awesome Fuckin' Batman.

One does not generally go to FCBD for the free comics any more, because they so obviously suck. So this year, I only picked up 2: X-Men and Hellboy. Well I haven't read Hellboy yet, but I'll tell ya... that Mike Carey issue of X-Men is a stunner. For one thing, it's an actual issue. I mean, it's not some 6-page cheat story or flight of fancy; it's a real one-off in the real X-Men world dealing with my other favourite new X-kid out of the last five years, the skittish, fairy-winged Pixie. It's drawn like a brick shit house, solidly told for a Carey story, and given that the whole Pixie character is just so clearly a love letter to his hopes and fears for his own teenage daughter, it's sort of... awesome. The whole thing has me paranoid: what if the freebies were all this good this year?

On Sunday morning, I had the best cup of coffee I think I've had in a year. Then I went to hang out with my man Jesus - the saviour! It's been about... what? Ten years since I've been to a Catholic church? It was Sarafina's goddaughter's first communion yesterday, so we all drove out to B-fo and made with the Jesus bread. Church was noisy. They actually did the reading (well, one of 'em anyway; I'm sure there's more than one) about making disciples of every nation. You know, the one that makes Dubya touch himself under the covers at night. Here it is in lolcat. I liked it because it made me feel like I was getting the complete experience, and took my mind off the endless stand!-sit!-stand!-kneel!-sit!-stand!-donate money! rigamarole. I felt like I was in a Koodo ad.

(Zing!)

After hanging out a while, we jetted back to T.O. so that I could rebuild the Wall for the seventh consecutive year. You know what? I think we had our best first soccer game of the season ever. We held onto a 2-1 advantage until 3 minutes before the end of the second half, then had to settle for a tie, but for a first game back after six months of apathy, I don't think it could have gone better. Soccer is hard, but I likes it. Goddamned freezing as fuck last night, but I'm sure I'll be missing it when it's 35 degrees and we're playing the flatlands in full sun.

Iron Man '10, Thor '10, Cap '11, Avengers late '11. Whatthefuckaretheydoingggggg.

My Black(Berry) Pearl is up and running... I've tarried here long enough... happy week everybody.