I ate my wife! My aunt! Why did I DO that?!

Joss on the Wonder Woman movie: "Ultimately it's not really a reinvention or even an updating excatly. Basically it's a distillation. It's taking things about her that are great and the things that have made her an icon and discarding the things that are less important."

Yeah, like the star-spangled panties. Unimportant things like that. Bastard.

So I just became everything I hate. No, I didn't turn into a full-screen DVD of Van Helsing, I mean I just went to get lunch at Subway and decided today was a fine day for a tuna sub. No problem, right? Then I go on automatic pilot and order... mayo. So now I have a tuna sub... with mayo. Dear god, what have I become?! (it's kinda gross tasting, I'll add)

The reason I'm so absent-minded is the fact that our comic store got the first look pack, a preview of next week's comics, and I read one of the greatest joys I have experienced in recent history: MARVEL ZOMBIES. An alien virus has spread throughout the Marvel Universe, or at least Earth, turning all the superheroes into ravenous flesh-eating zombies. I hope you understand what I mean when I say it's Return of the Living Dead, Marvel style.

( Spoilers ahead! )

I am giving my room a complete overhaul. A little more "19th Century Gentleman's Club" and a little less "post-apocalyptic pig-sty."

Doom is less than content

It's bad enough that I got something like five hours of sleep and that the store doesn't feel heated at all and my tuna sandwich had mayo in it. Bad enough that I'm too tired and groggy to sit and write anything productive, like the Johnny Go script or the Hefner Monologue (I'm finally in the right head space to write the Tammy story). Bad enough that my plans/hopes for the weekend fell through, which means with mom out of town I'll be spending all weekend with flabbo. Bad enough that I have no energy to keep my thoughts from wandering over toward troublesome crap, both old and new. All that's bad enough right there.

But now, in these last two hours, it seems we've been getting an influx of people willing to spend entirely too much money on absolute crap. And when I see somebody sucking the literary cock of some hack like Jeph Loeb, I don't care how much it supports the store, you get the belligerent geek glare of death. My tolerance and acceptance and respect can only go so far. You, sirs, are idiots.

Only two more hours till I can get back home and sleep, then the grouchiness will hopefully subside.