bkv: saga

Jun. 28th, 2012 01:54 pm
verbicide: (reading)
If we've ever talked about comic books, then you know that I freaking LOVE Brian K. Vaughn. There's no one else where I will buy any book sight-unseen and know for sure that I'll love it. His series Y: The Last Man, Runaways, and Ex Machina are my favorite series of all time.

I think his writing is brilliant, inclusive across gender, sexual-orientation, and racial lines. He clearly gets it in a way that so many other content producers do not.

So, when I heard he had a new series out, I said: SIGN ME UP. I just picked up the first four issues of Saga this past weekend. To be honest, the title sounded generic and the premise, "heavily influenced by Star Wars, and based on ideas Vaughan conceived both as a child and as a parent, depicts two lovers from long-warring extraterrestrial races, Alana and Marko, who struggle to survive amid a galactic war with their newborn daughter, Hazel, who occasionally narrates the series," didn't exactly grab me. Not that it sounds boring, but that it sounds a little more complicated. I liked the everyday-ness of Ex Machina, and I could viscerally relate to the horror of all male mammals dying on earth. But the otherwordly stuff doesn't always grab me.

But four issues in, I'm freaking hooked. I think what I love so passionately about BKV is that he writes characters I can completely relate to. Even if it's a teenage ghost who is missing her lower half with entrails swinging about. The characters are so well written that it's effortless to get caught up in the story. And he never makes things over convoluted. LIKE JJFUCKINGABRAMS.

So I would heartily recommend it. The artwork is as always totally stellar. That's the other thing that I love so much about BKV books--the artwork doesn't make me want to rip my eyes out (much like everything by Alan Moore). And his work always feels distinct; the books don't all have an identical feel to them.

Anyhow. To sum up: I really like it. It's only four issues in, but I'm curious about the characters

ooh! and!

Apr. 21st, 2010 11:30 am
verbicide: (tee hee)
As requested by [livejournal.com profile] sidebernie, reposting from FB:

There's this great video of Tim Gunn (TIM GUNN!!) discussing old and new superhero costumes at NPR. He is, as the article states, at his Tim Gunniest!

It's awesome! I <3 Tim Gunn!
verbicide: (me and hobbsie)
OMG I so fucking hate hate hate this Verizon V-cast phone ad. The one where the dumb jock starts babbling about the Fall Out Boys. WTF is that ad? What? Why? Who does that appeal to?


Hope everyone's having a great weekend!

Because I really am! Long catch-up dinner with Judy on Friday night. (I'm surprised they didn't toss us out of The Jones.) Pete and I went to go see The Shooter which was hilariously bad and fun to watch (and omg Marky Mark's ass is so beautiful, I want to bite it). Then we grabbed a bite to eat and I've rediscovered my genuine love for The Big Salad. And I went to Arcane Comics, which fucking RULES. Scott, the owner, is the guy who introduced me to Fables and Y: The Last Man, which I love so so so SO much. (Even if I got another lecture on how I need to suck it up and just read Alan Moore!) And I bought Runaways, Batman: The Long Halloween, the first books of DMZ and The Walking Dead. (And zombies are now forever associated with [livejournal.com profile] dtaylor's husband, so that's cracking me up.)

Then this morning Jeff and I went to run around Greenlake, and then I came back (and he escaped my evil clutches) and made a giant taco salad with the best low-cal Ranch ever (that doesn't taste all funky--it's Bernstein's Parmesan and Garlic Ranch), and now I'm going to run down to Tully's with my French homework and eventually get together with Sarah!

When will I assemble the new bookshelves and deal with that craziness? No idea. But whee!!
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Update on Heroes: I both read the online graphic novel and watched the last episode of Heroes on nbc.com (Leigh D. Butler--you rule for pointing that out) and I loved it! Really looking forward to the next episode now!

I've been home sick this past week, and it's been annoying. But, being at home is very wonderful, so I love it. But then I miss people. The conclusion really here is that I am a crazy person.

I had the dreadful migraine on Tuesday. Seemingly recovered on Wednesday, but felt like crap Wednesday night. Wasn't dying Thursday morning, but felt tired and fog-headed, so took the day off. And when Friday rolled around with a sore throat and body aches, decided to take that off, too.

Except I didn't really take it off, I went into the office for a few hours on Tuesday and worked nearly full days from home on Thursday and Friday. Deadlines to beat. Etc. I ate like six-hundred bowls of Cinnamon Toast Crunch and spent the rest of the day wanting to barf.

Sarah came over with dinner on Thursday night and Jeff came over Friday night (and promptly fell asleep on the couch, *coo*). This has kept me from turning into a gibbering. cabin-fevered loon.

Got up this morning, talked to Didier and even got to see his picture (so cute! so French!) and then went to pick up Jeff for a quick hop around the market and lunch. I am determined to recreate the fabulous Ribollita (Tuscan soup) that Rob made last weekend, and yet forgot my stupid list of vegetables. I called them up and Kelly was my hero because he looked up the recipe and recited it to me.

Jeff and I wandered down to Costas for lunch and then I dropped him off at home, absconding with his glorious soup pot. Just wish I had a damn immersion blender, because it would make life so much easier. But that's a purchase for down the line.

It was the day of errands. After dropping Jeff off, I went over to Ballard Market because they have such wonderful meat and the butcher cut the size of brisket I wanted (going to try Hawk's mom's recipe this weekend). I also bought poundage of sweet potatoes to make the chipotle-smashed version again. It's going to be a Monday surprise for Jeff, because he loved them so much. He may strangle me when I show up with a loaf of bread, a ton of soup, and potatoes. But he may not, as we've both accepted I am the reincarnation of his Nonni.

After Ballard Market, I ran into Bartells (under the malevolently watchful eye of the Bartell's parking-lot geezer). And because of said geezer, didn't run next door into JoAnns. I really want to start buying fabric to do a Log Cabin quilt because I think it's so gorgeous. But I should hold back and perhaps complete (or you know, start) the six-dozen other craft-y projects I have materials for. Then I stopped by Dreamstrands, splurged by buying all three trade paperback books of Ex Machina and the latest issues of Y: The Last Man, Fables, and Jack of the Fables (or whatever it's called). They really need to release the 4th TPB of Ex Machina because I am DYING FOR IT NOW.

Then, I got home, e-mailed Ellie to tell her that I am lame and not coming to her Halloween party. I may be well enough to go to the market, but definitely don't have the energy for a party or to even leave the house again. And really, I would stop by if my costume didn't require hours of makeup-prep. So I will chop some veggies and simmer soup and slow-cook beef, all while working on my technote for work, watching BSG (season 1, thank you Sarah!), and playing Final Fantasy Tactics.

Somewhere in there, I should also study French. Didier and I are going to try to talk on Sunday mornings, too, to get extra practice in!

Oh, Oh *preen* - Jeff introduced me to this fabulous blog. (Warning, not very vegetarian-friendly, and a little gruesome in parts.) And said to me, "It was perfect! Paris, cooking, and this urban, hip woman--I thought, YOU!" It's the life of a female chef in a 3-star Parisian restaurant. I really want to make the yogurt gelato. I so need to buy the ice cream maker attachment for my Kitchen-Aid mixer!

Okay, I need to go hydrate myself and start chopping!
verbicide: (glum)
It was a damn long weekend. And it's shaping up to be a damn long busy week. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH.

Thus, here is a damn long rambly summary of everything. I will type until Hobbes gets off my arms, at which point I will go collapse on the couch.

Details )
verbicide: (crazyface)
I just got back. It's late, and I should NOT be doing this right now. But if I don't, I'll forget all the things I want to write down now and my memory is already crap. So here goes. Also, as it is now nearly 3am, I can't edit this monstrosity. But I promise to tomorrow. I know the formatting is sloppy and inconsistent. Ugh. Hopefully there isn't anything particularly mortifying.

Also, all my photos suck. Because I couldn't get close enough and my shots were zoomed to the max, the A/C was so high my hands were shaking with cold. But blurry though they may be, I'm linking the best of the worst here anyway.

Friday: Flight out of SeaTac was delayed (of course) so I got into SD around midnight. Straight to Stace's place to collapse.

General Comments )
Saturday in General )
The Lost Panel )
Hall H Events Before Kevin Smith )
Kevin Smith )
Slither and Serenity )
Meeting Terry Moore )
Sunday in General )
Doom, Karl Urban, The Rock )
At last Narnia and the North! )

Jeff picked me up and we had dinner with Chris at Palermo on Capitol Hill. We babbled about our weekends and I came home to write my first novel here on LJ. Jesus this is long.


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