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| I swear I'm not a redneck. |
In other news, I got an apartment (holy crap?!?)! I won't lie, I'm pretty stoked, but more on that another day. For now, let us all just gaze lovingly at the Jonsered riding shotgun, and wait for the undead to rise.
Buzz Kill
Saturday, August 28, 2010
I don't know about the rest of you, but I'm totally ready for the zombie apocalypse:
My Soul For A Shotgun
Sunday, August 22, 2010
I'm plagiarizing myself and ripping a small bit of this from a forum post I made earlier. Potentially, that's lame of me. Potentially, I'm a lazy wench, and don't care. *smirk*
Because zombies seem to be a theme with me lately, I've just finished the first volume/trade of The Walking Dead by Robert Kirkman. I really can't say enough about this book. It was fantastic, and works as a standalone if you don't want to read the other 12 + volumes in the series. It follows a cop named Rick, who wakes up from a coma in a hospital, alone, only to discover that zombies are afoot. The story focuses on his struggle to find survivors, and the psychological toll taken in the midst of losing everything.
You should also give this a serious look for the art. The artist, Tony Moore, really went to town here. Each panel is mesmerizing to look at, and his knack for conveying subtle emotion right along with the innards of a decaying corpse is impressive. I spent several minutes looking at each page, trying to catch all of the small details. Really, it's that good.
I also partly blame The Walking Dead for the awesome dream I had the other day. The zombie apocalypse happened, and the dream followed Jill Valentine in the midst of some conspiracy, and two really annoying guys that I'd seen at George Webb's the night before somewhere else in the world. There was a quest for shotguns, and a really dismal outlook on life in general. I wasn't anywhere in the dream, though, which was weird. Dreams like that make me wish we could DVR our brains.
Someday......
Because zombies seem to be a theme with me lately, I've just finished the first volume/trade of The Walking Dead by Robert Kirkman. I really can't say enough about this book. It was fantastic, and works as a standalone if you don't want to read the other 12 + volumes in the series. It follows a cop named Rick, who wakes up from a coma in a hospital, alone, only to discover that zombies are afoot. The story focuses on his struggle to find survivors, and the psychological toll taken in the midst of losing everything.
You should also give this a serious look for the art. The artist, Tony Moore, really went to town here. Each panel is mesmerizing to look at, and his knack for conveying subtle emotion right along with the innards of a decaying corpse is impressive. I spent several minutes looking at each page, trying to catch all of the small details. Really, it's that good.
I also partly blame The Walking Dead for the awesome dream I had the other day. The zombie apocalypse happened, and the dream followed Jill Valentine in the midst of some conspiracy, and two really annoying guys that I'd seen at George Webb's the night before somewhere else in the world. There was a quest for shotguns, and a really dismal outlook on life in general. I wasn't anywhere in the dream, though, which was weird. Dreams like that make me wish we could DVR our brains.
Someday......
Avast, Punching Bag!
Monday, August 09, 2010
Ahoy, all.
The last three weeks have been a Hellish spiral of increasing disaster, which left me shell shocked enough to swear of most of the world (and Internet) for awhile. Having pulled myself from that abyss of Whatever just in time to have the car break down at five in the morning yesterday, I can't help but to snicker a bit at Life's wicked sense of humor. Fuck you too, Fates.
Enough of that, though.
I just finished reading "Red Seas Under Red Skies," by Scott Lynch. It's a sequel to "The Lies of Locke Lamora", and it's absolutely one of the best books I've read in a long while. It's a bit Oceans Eleven meets Pirates of the Caribbean, with a little twist of Lord of the Rings thrown in. I entirely enthralled by Lynch's ability to write witty dialogue, and seriously, I'd hawk a few souls to have a similar talent. Consider that my glowing recommendation. You know, as much as anything in my world can "glow."
Speaking of talents and my world glowing, epic kudos to Jason David Frank (originally the Green Ranger from Mighty Morphin Power Rangers) for absolutely owning his first Pro MMA match against Jose Vasquez this week. Remind me never to get on his bad side. Yikes.
The last three weeks have been a Hellish spiral of increasing disaster, which left me shell shocked enough to swear of most of the world (and Internet) for awhile. Having pulled myself from that abyss of Whatever just in time to have the car break down at five in the morning yesterday, I can't help but to snicker a bit at Life's wicked sense of humor. Fuck you too, Fates.
Enough of that, though.
I just finished reading "Red Seas Under Red Skies," by Scott Lynch. It's a sequel to "The Lies of Locke Lamora", and it's absolutely one of the best books I've read in a long while. It's a bit Oceans Eleven meets Pirates of the Caribbean, with a little twist of Lord of the Rings thrown in. I entirely enthralled by Lynch's ability to write witty dialogue, and seriously, I'd hawk a few souls to have a similar talent. Consider that my glowing recommendation. You know, as much as anything in my world can "glow."
Speaking of talents and my world glowing, epic kudos to Jason David Frank (originally the Green Ranger from Mighty Morphin Power Rangers) for absolutely owning his first Pro MMA match against Jose Vasquez this week. Remind me never to get on his bad side. Yikes.
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