Don't leave a voicemail, seriously.

We went to the comics shop yesterday (amongst other things). I've been off comics for a bit, mostly because the plots in the super hero books I read were lame, and I still haven't gotten around to reading "Y: The Last Man," so most of what I've read in the last several months has been "Fables," and I'm waaaaaaay behind even on that. I did pick up a couple trades (Runaways--which I really love, I guess good writing can trick me into buying Marvel kid books, who knew--Planetary, which I never bothered to read but it MIGHT be finished soon so I thought I'd give it a go). The important bit of this is that I got the first trade of "Lucifer." SIIIIIIIIIIGH. I guess I'll have to finally breakdown and read Sandman. Yeah, yeah, get off jock. I tried to read it years ago but the lettering was so shitty I couldn't read it. Maybe my glasses were too dirty, who knows. I just never bothered. In large measure because Gaimon puts me off for some reason. It's also a very complex network of interwoven stories and I don't like to have to work that hard for entertainment. "Lucifer"'s awesome, all that being said.

Anyway, "Lucifer" is awesome! I would go to the comic shop and buy the next two trades, but I need to get some writing done today. Plus, we might be going on Thursday anyway.

In other news today, I'm listening to my ex-Ryan on my new iPod. I guess I was wrong about 29, but that was the phase where he kept calling and crying and promising he'd changed, and I mean, what do you expect me to think about that? (There's a ton of music links in the comment threads on the post before this one if you want some.) I'm still not taking him back, but I can remember the good times now without wanting to set him on fire. The sad thing about Ryan (besides the bleached hair) is that when he writes a good song? It's transcendently good. Then he fucks around for eight albums writing, idk, odes to the barrel of monkeys game and Pong. Very few artists can catch me on a heartbreak song, because it's all been said so many fucking times, but when Ryan sings "Is it possible to love someone too much/You bet." I BELIEVE it. It's not a scrawled love letter written by a fifteen year old who believes they've found the love of their life and flounces around crying and quaking with trepidation. It's a guy who has a very unhealthy addiction to falling in love with the wrong people. It's that crystal clear moment when you know exactly what your fucking problem is combined with the knowledge you're just never going to get over yourself. THAT's what this fuckhead writes, and he is the master of it. Mostly because it's all so tragically honest and genuine. Oh, Ryan, I'm not taking you back, it's just a weekend thing, I swear to god. (For those of you who are new, Ryan and I have a long term dysfunctional relationship.)

It's actually 4:20 by the microwave clock. I don't even smoke pot and that always makes me laugh. Maybe because I *don't* smoke pot, who knows.

Vampire time!

I wonder what it's like for people who can take or leave music. That's not really something I can comprehend, well, in an academic way, but it seems like it would be like having an entire sense stripped away. Today, my musings are brought to you by listening to nothing but Ryan Adams for several hours straight. I really can't imagine ever having the same kind of relationship with an artist as I have with him ever again--maybe the day will come (please hurry up and come, that day!), but I just can't imagine it. I think it's the content of the music itself, it's all raw emotion and TMI about what a nutcase he is. That's a little hard to top even with wry lyrics about the scene, drinking, drugs,


( Prime directive, exterminate the whole human race. )