Music: Sandrock's playlist.
Doing: Reading Marvel 1602, chattin' with San, and making a mental list of what to take with me.
First, I'd like to start this post with an awesome quote from the aforementioned comic:
Susan: "So, what are these fundamental principles, if they are not atoms?"
Reed: "Stories. And they give me hope. We are a boatful of monsters and miracles, hoping that, somehow, we can survive in a world in which all hands are against us. A world which, by all evidence, will end extremely soon. Yet I posit we are in a universe which favours stories. A universe in which no story can ever truly end; in which there can be only continuances. If we are in such a universe, as I hope, then we may have a chance."
Storm: "You're talking rot, Reed. Poor Jean Grey's story is over. Von Doom's story is done. All tales end. And our world will end likewise."
Benjamin: "Reed--you spoke of transmutations. Can you restore to me my humanity? I have been a monster too long."
Reed: "In truth, I do not know, my friend. The natural sciences say yes, a cure is possible. But the laws of story would suggest that no cure can last for very long, Benjamin. For in the end, alas, you are so much more interesting and satisfying as you are."
I love what Reed says, both for the obvious references to the comic universe at large and for the sheer brilliance of the idea of stories. Neil Gaiman, you are fucking awesome.
Alright. In logical, non-fangirly news, I have short hair. Very short. I forgot how much I abhor bangs. Vile things. *scowls* I am also wearing a skirt; I am turning female. This is apparently cause for alarm from those with whom I am acquainted. The dye in my hair is not washing out to my satisfaction.
Highlight of the con: getting recognized by a guy cosplaying Constantine. Whom I never saw again for the rest of the weekend. If only we'd exchanged sns--how often do you run into people with a healthy liking of American comics at a Japanese comic convention who are not dressed as the bloody Joker.
In two days, I'm out of the country. I am going to burn like nobody's business. I look forward to this.
Blast it all, but I need to write more. Start throwing things at my head, people! Also, the offer still stands on the mailing list. Those of you who've read through the first chapter, feed back would be bangerang. It would be so much bangerang, I might explode.
....Shit, I still have no idea where my ds is. FUCK.
PS-I got so many freakin' Hi-Chews at the con. The buggers are addictive as all hell. I also have a very sexy Saiyuki wall-scroll on my window. Pardon me while I drool a bit.
WORKLOAD: I am currently working on...
~Enemies with Benefits
(teaser: "No point lurking on the doorstep; the neighbors might assume you're vultures, or Jehova's witnesses.")
(teaser: I mean, it fuckin' figures the first time I get a sit down to fuckin' smoke mah cigs, dis bastid comes outta nowhere and puts a gun ta my damn head. The nerve of some people, yanno?)
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