I’m drunk and emotional, and so many tumblr posts tonight are hitting me as being incredibly profound and relevant to my life.
I’m rereading Sandman by Neily Gaiman, which I do every few years. It has a lot of problems, but there’s no denying it was an important part of my formal teenage comics ‘education’. It’s also telling that I never distinguished it as any ‘better’ or more ‘worthy’ than the X-Men or Spidey comics I was reading at the time. Comics is comics is comics.
My obsessive compulsive disorder dictates that I should read ALL of it, but I’m going to try and be strong and skip anything that involves a cat or Shakespeare.
I guess in the end I sober up, find a flat, and breath a sigh of relief that the Edinburgh festival’s over and Edinburgh has become 45% less objectionable
Dynasty meets the BBC version of Gormenghast
I’m enjoying the current trend of people being guilted into giving a tiny amount to charity as part of a thing that gets them Facebook likes. The government should be matching every single £ raised, what with it being their duty to fund this shit (charity shouldn’t exist, you know?).
Ah, the sweet thrill of not knowing where I’ll be staying in a month, and hoping the answer isn’t “In Fife, with my parents”.