geeeeeek.

If LJ has shown me anything, it's that female comic book geeks do exist. Even attractive/single/possibly-not-psychotic ones. Just none of them live within 100 miles of DC. Hurrm.

Ghostbusters and Jurassic Park were on today, and it felt like "John Hefner Reliving His Childhood Day." I've always been a geek, long before I started reading comics (which really didn't kick in till high school, when I got the job at the store and got to read everything, and I've had a long series of geek obsessions. When I was in pre-school, my obsession was Egon Spengler. When I was in elementary school, it was Doctor Octopus and then Raptor-hunter Robert Muldoon. I wrote fan fiction before I even knew what fanfic was where I knew Muldoon survived, just because he was that badass (he did in the book!). In middle school, it was Harvey Dent/Two-Face. In high school, it was Hal Jordan Green Lantern. In college, it was Bill the Butcher from Gangs of New York. Now, weirdly enough, I think it's my own creation this time, Johnny Go. (or if you wanna get really technical, the Kids in the Hall, but c'mon, they never in their wildest dreams thought I'd take it to these levels)

I never was able to make that Ghostbusters jumpsuit, but I did wear the hollow plastic proton pack around at all opportunities. I still have pictures of ten-year-old me in Muldoon hunter's getup and a toy rifle and of thirteen-year-old me in my homemade Two-Face costume and makeup. There are pictures of me in one of my high school yearbooks with a GL costume, carrying around my ass-expensive power battery everywhere I go. And of course we've all seen the Bill the Butcher costume by now. And I went to a friend's wedding dressed in my blue Johnny Go suit. In costume.

See, that's what I need. A girl who'll say, "Hey, wouldn't it be cool if we dressed up like Two-Face and Poison Ivy, hit the town, and scared the norms?"

It's not you. It's me.

As with my last girlfriend, the video store and I decided that it just wasn't working out. The job at the comic store may not always be there for me as often as I'd want it to, but it's far better paying and far more pleasant. Between working there and evenings with the Rudes, I didn't have much time in my schedule for the video store. And as with my last girlfriend, I really didn't want it to work out. I fucking hated that job. Little over five bucks an hour plus free movies ain't worth it. Yet it was still something, right? So I didn't have the guts to get the hell out. Who was I to do that, when everybody has jobs they hate?

So as with my last girlfriend, I let the other party do the hard part. And y'know what? It kinda sucks. Isn't that crazy? It's what I wanted and what I feel is best for everyone concerned, and it still kinda sucks. Still makes me feel I'm a bit of a failure. So weird. It probably doesn't help that I haven't eaten anything yet.

But the video store and I parted on good terms, and they said if my schedule ever opened up more they'd welcome me back. But no more free videos, which is fine, since I don't really have time to watch them anyway.

But even the comic shop's salary of $200 a week isn't giving me much to fall back on, to say the least. I better get that resume polished, by which I mean, actually written.

*snerk!* From CHUD.com

"Oh lord.

Oh lord in heaven.

I have spent a couple of minutes trying to figure out just why this image of Kelsey Grammer as Beast from X3 is so awful, and I feel like pinpointing one thing is impossible. Part of it is the cheesy pose – it looks like he’s the model on a can of temporary blue coloring hair spray.

Part of it is surely the fact that Beast is a character who just looks better in comics than in real life because he’s so silly. The basic model for this Beast seems to be Ultimate X-Men, and I think they should have gone with the new, catlike Beast in the mainstream X-Men titles. That way Grammer would have been under a whole lot of prosthetics." -Devin, CHUD.com