Blegh, my brain doesn't want to do anything this morning. I'm sure it's not just a hangover - maybe steely_glint
did in fact give me the death flu.
You are in a mall when the zombies attack. You have:
1. one weapon.
2. one song blasting on the speakers.
3. one famous person to fight alongside you.
* Weapon can be real or fictional; you may assume endless ammo if applicable. Person can be real or fictional.
. I just don't trust my ability to wield any other weapon with any accuracy, and I'll need a decapitation tool.
2. Highway to Hell
- AC/DC. I was going to go for the classic Don't Stop Me Now
, but I fear Kring would turn on me after a couple of repeats.
3. Toph. Like bodldops
, I want to live, dammit. And yes, using the mall itself to smash zombies by the dozen might be a little boring after the while, but at least she can create a safe place for us to defend.
My brain doesn't want to do any thinking right now, so I'll just take the time to mention
This week the nice men at the comic shop had saved for me, not one but two first issues of lines that aren't on my normal subscription. The first was Robin/Spoiler, for obvious reasons, which yes, was awesome and heart warming and the art was gorgeous and Chuck Dixon is my current geek brain-crush. yep, even more than Drew Goddard, because even though I giggled uncontrollably on the tube
for the Andrew and Mecha Dawn and loved Buffy and Satsu and Willow, I'm still just annoyed at the first two pages.WHAT WAS THE POINT, JOSS?
The second "here, have a new comic" was House of Mystery
, recced to me as someone with subscriptions to Fables
and Jack of Fables
, because my comic boys have no way to know I'm thinking of giving them up unless Bill Willingham pulls his socks up sharpish and starts writing interesting things again. Still, House
is only partly written by Bill, and it seems to have very high potential - although that's Fables
, isn't it? A good concept, shedloads of potential and consistently fails to deliver.
But I couldn't help but feel uncomfortable all the way through reading House of Mystery
. Very uncomfortable. It was too close to home, in a way only a few people might understand.
I'm not even kidding. It's not Milliways as Douglas Adams wrote it; it's not World's End as Neil Gaiman wrote it; it's milliways_bar
, altered only enough to populate it with OCs. The Rules, the nice bartender, the redheaded sword weilding Security chief, the squid out back, the concept of being Bound, everyone has a story to tell?
It's freaky weird
and I don't like it. Except I kind of do. Maybe. I dunno.