As overplayed as that Fleetwood Mac song always seems, the moment the opening strains kicked in during the climax, I fucking lost it. In a good way.

Last week I pulled out an urban fantasy thing I hadn't touched in two years and went through editing it for the umpteenth time and even started the next chapter. Since then, nothing! I suck.

I think I was supposed to pick up my comics last Saturday - but I guess today is the last Wednesday in May, so probably I'm good - and I should have the same, amongst others. Not looking forward to Rucka bailing, but this has been a good run.

I watched a good chunk of the Samurai Jack marathon Saturday night. It was pretty damn good. I almost wish I could have stayed up til 4 AM to see the whole thing.

I was 12 myself, so… but yeah. It was still pretty weird.

Does he still insist he sees the ghosts?

How are those Ace Atkins Spenser novels?

Finally back on The Golem and the Jinn and things are picking up now that the title characters have finally met. It still feels like a novel I can dip in and out of, like there's no urgency to finishing it, but I like it a lot.

You've always got that puking cat to look forward to!

There's nothing in Crystal Skull as emotionally satisfying as this exchange:

Mrs Punk and I finally saw it this weekend, and that was indeed an emotional rollercoaster of a film. I laughed, I cried, I thought of Moya. It was great.

Bunnies & Burrows if you're og.

Those kinds of things are certainly more insidious. Looking back recently (I think when the Xanth tv show was announced as being under development), I realized that I outgrew the series around age 15, which makes me feel better about teenage me than I have in a long time.

"Stupid Walt Whitman! Leaves of Grass, my ass!" - Homer J. Simpson

Omigod, Xanth. I revisit that AV Club article about Xanth every once in a while. I dunno why, I guess I just like seeing people give Piers Anthony a hard time.

Are you trying to say that the average person is not as fascinated with Crystar the Crystal Warrior as I am? My god. What have I been doing with my life?

Okay, I agree with your general premise but I will take issue with some particulars - Coelho and Gaiman are indeed a waste of time - and go on to say that having read mostly fiction my entire life, I now get more out of non-fiction these days. At least, "new" stuff. I can still enjoy fiction written before, say, 1980…

He's the Heavy Metal Elvis.

No it was recolored, like the the story about that Star Trek episode with the green ladies. So She-Hulk's photos still appeared in the magazine, but she didn't have green skin and hair. Like… that makes it better somehow. Ugh.

Batman is clearly a superhero: secret identity, mask and cape, doesn't kill, wears his underwear on the outside of his pants.