Of all the accursed...

Sorry to those who read my most recent LJ for the 30 seconds it was up before I promptly deleted it. No sooner do I discover the wonder and joy of the "copy link location" button than I discovered that some sites don't exactly like you linking directly to their images! Ah well, it's all part of my valuable education of slowly, slowly learning how the internet works. Phase three is profit!

But while I'm here anyway, let me just say to my comic reader friends: PICK UP THE SPIRIT # 1. Actually, if you can, pick up Batman/Spirit, which came out a couple weeks ago. Will Eisner's creation could not be in better hands than Darwyn Cooke (would that he were doing the Spirit movie rather than Frank Miller!). It's pure comic goodness, one of the few things to reaffirm my love of modern comics.

Also, while you're at it, pick up the latest issue of Detective Comics, which might be my single favorite issue of a comic to come out all year. THIS is the way Batman comics should be written! By which I mean, exactly like the Animated Series was.

Zed's dead, baby. Zed's dead.

So just now in the comic shop, a middle-aged woman came in looking for the first volume of Neil Gaiman's SANDMAN. I make the quick suggestion of the super-deluxe edition hardcover, but she says, "That's all right, it's just for my son."

I pause and say, "Hey, uh, how old is your son?"

"He's nine," she says.

"Ohh, no, sorry, this isn't right for him..."

She stops me, saying, "It's fine, it's fine."

"I mean, this is a mature readers title. Nudity, violence, bad language..."

"That's just fine for him. He's a big PULP FICTION fan."

For a second I think she literally means pulp fiction type stories. "You're serious?"

"Yeah! He loves it, knows it all by heart."

"And he's nine?"

"Even when he was six, he could recite the entire opening sequence. He'd jump up on the couch and do the whole thing."

"Well. Um. That'll be $20.95."

I don't know whether to be utterly horrified or amused. I wish I could see what this kid's gonna be like in twenty, thirty years so I could make a call on it either way.

Then again, I went to see stuff like that with my Mom and brother all the time growing up, and I turned out just fine! (*shifty eyes*) Still, it's the "jumping on the sofa" reenactments that really strike me.