"What, just because you're not there doesn't mean it didn't happen. I'm mates with a telepathic fish, you practically dated a dragon, let's move on." - Spike

Lemme tell ya something about Angel: After the Fall: after a suck so massive that I actually stopped reading the comic altogether, (I obviously started reading again, and) suddenly it's just stupendous. OK, the middle was bad. Really bad. Embarassingly, everything-that-can-go-wrong-with-a-comic bad. Let's not discuss it (more). But issue #15 (released yesterday), that's how you wrap up a story, right there. The voices ring true, and each beat drops like honey. Where was this for, say, issues 4-13? What a wildly uneven slap-ride this has been.

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This morning, high as a fucking kite on paint fumes and awesomeness, I stumbled around the house nude trying desperately to open a single can of tuna fish, while Zam screamed at me for her cut. It took me 5 minutes to get into that tin, no exaggeration. The evening prior had been spent moping about the contents of the display window at the Silver Snail, and contemplating a short script titled A Girl Enters, Bleeding From The Head, based on a nearly-true series of events that took place at Carlton Court on my way home. I have run completely out of time, pre-Christmas. I'll wake up and it'll be December 29th.

I am still reading The Silmarillion but more importantly, I am currently reading Beren & Luthien, and that is a fucking story, my friends. They should give up on this Hobbit movie jive altogether and just do that. Tolkien's (well, whoever wrote it)'s prose is distant and sullen, but there's a goddamned evocative little story in there, with a hundred thrilling nooks and crannies, and it's ages long and decades wide. I love it. I want more of it.

I'll be done when I'm done, dammit.