Been reading lots of books and comics. Too many to review.
This, I think, is my natural state. Reading.
My T.V. hasn't been turned on much this summer. We switched over the digital a couple of weeks ago, and for a day or so, I had, like, 500 channels. I see ads for shows like True Blood, and I wonder if I should sign up for HBO. I wonder if I should get Netflix; I wonder if I should get Tivo. And biggest of all, a big screen T.V. with all the trimmings.
But....I keep thinking this would be like filling my fridge with donuts and cake and candy and ice cream and telling myself I'll eat only a little. I'll be good. I'll be choosy.
Uh, uh. Gorge city.
As usual, I'll check out the new shows like Fringe. Last year there were a whole bunch I thought I'd like, but ended up only watching Terminator (Sarah Conner Chronicles). Which I recommend, by the way, much better than you'd expect, and if you guys don't start watching it, it will go the way of Firefly and every other good S.F. that people only seem to discover after they've been cancelled.
Finished another Jack Reacher novel, Nothing to Lose, by Lee Child. Seems to get more and more ridiculous in getting the protagonist in interesting situations. Read a couple Stephen Greenleaf 'Tanner' novels; Death Bed and State's Evidence. Hit Parade by Lawrence Block. The Secret Servant by Daniel Silva.
I read a bunch of comics, but took them back to the store before writing them down. House of Mystery, Kick Ass, Richard Corben's Lovecraft series, who's title escapes me.
I love Corben's take on things; but then again, the comics include the original Lovecraft stories and poems, which are a whole nother level of weird.
I think what has held me up from blogging here more often is the need I feel for pictures. So....rather than hold off any longer, you get this.
Words not pictures.
Once upon a time, I decided to write a book.
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