Last of the Romantics

John always loved Butch and Sundance. It was a major influence in his decision to become a criminal. He had always wanted to go out in a hail of bullets, like Butch and Sundance did. It was such a romantic way to go.

Now, as the police had him pinned down inside the sporting goods store, with no chance of escape, a hail of bullets seemed a lot less romantic, and a lot more scary.

John heard Maura, his sister, outside the store, on the police bullhorn. She was begging him to come out unarmed. Did he really want her to have to see him violently blown away? Maybe he should end this bloodlessly. Surrender while he still could.

Or maybe he should not be a pussy.

“Fuck you and your mothers, five oh!” he cried as he rushed the barricade.

Maura wanted that put on his grave, but the cemetery refused to allow it.

Originally published at The Triangle. You can comment here or there.

Last of the Romantics

John always loved Butch and Sundance. It was a major influence in his decision to become a criminal. He had always wanted to go out in a hail of bullets, like Butch and Sundance did. It was such a romantic way to go.

Now, as the police had him pinned down inside the sporting goods store, with no chance of escape, a hail of bullets seemed a lot less romantic, and a lot more scary.

John heard Maura, his sister, outside the store, on the police bullhorn. She was begging him to come out unarmed. Did he really want her to have to see him violently blown away? Maybe he should end this bloodlessly. Surrender while he still could.

Or maybe he should not be a pussy.

“Fuck you and your mothers, five oh!” he cried as he rushed the barricade.

Maura wanted that put on his grave, but the cemetery refused to allow it.

For Boston

Three of my favorite bands, The Dropkick Murphys, The Mighty Mighty Bosstones, and The Dresden Dolls all hail from Boston. Listening to these groups leaves me with the sense that Boston has a vibrant, raucous, and eclectic music scene.

The Murphys are Irish folk hardcore punk, The Bosstones were Metal tinges third wave ska, and The Dolls are rock caberet. They all sound distinct. They explore undeveloped musical soundscapes. And they all have a raucous energy, an ass-rocking passion that few bands can rival. It feels like music worth playing.

The lyrics from some of these guys evoke a real sense of division amongst class lines. A sense of working class union men, fighting against white collar shits. I also get a sense that these guys have a specific love of Boston. It’s not just where they’re from, it’s their home.

I know nothing about Boston. Nothing. But in my head, a picture colored by some damn fine musicians, Boston is a place where life is a rowdy struggle, a place where you have things worth fighting for, and a place where your fights can be won. It’s a romantic concept, certainly inaccurate, but appealing nonetheless.

Comic Book Collections

Every once in a while I look at my comics bookshelf. Approximately 2 meters of comics, probably a little more. Each centimeter of comics representing a 15 buck investment. Then I turn around and look at the TEN longboxes (‘bout 200-250 comics apiece) lined up on my card tables, and then to the left of those, the odd boxes and sloppy stacks of unfilled and unwanted issues. Goddamn!, or some variation of such is what I’m usually left thinking.

I remember when I had one short box of comics, almost empty. I had switched to Green Lantern, from Superman, because Superman came four times a month, and I couldn’t afford $1.50 for comics every week. That little box didn’t have enough comics in it to stay upright. They would consistently fall lengthwise across the bottom of the box. But I knew that one day I would have enough comics to fill a box.

Now, I fill a room with all my comics. Now, I’ll routinely buy a comic I already own because I cannot remember by cover if I already have it (from the quarter bin, not full price (at least not often at full price.).) I have an entire box of comics I have not yet read.

I love my comics. I love reading them, and re-reading them. I am proud of my collection. But I kinda miss the days when I just had an empty box, waiting to be filled up.

I like videogames.

Men are dumb. We have this idea, this dream that if we can get our girls to play games like Animal Crossing, they’ll learn that video games are awesome, and they will jump at the chance to play Halo Co-op on Legendary difficulty. The fact that this has never worked does nothing to keep us from feeling like it should work.

My girlfriend, Tessa, likes video games. She’s into Zelda and Mario, and Bushido Blade. But they don’t give her a high like they give me. The words “Blue wizard is about to die” won’t choke her up, like they do me. She would never punch a friend for having the gall to suggest Mortal Kombat is a better game than Street Fighter II.

Girls will never like video games like I like video games. Tessa will never like video games like I like video games. It isn’t her fault. I need to be realistic about this. I must learn to be gay.

Originally published at The Triangle. You can comment here or there.

I like videogames.

Men are dumb. We have this idea, this dream that if we can get our girls to play games like Animal Crossing, they’ll learn that video games are awesome, and they will jump at the chance to play Halo Co-o on Legendary difficulty. The fact that this has never worked does nothing to keep us from feeling like it should work.

My girlfriend, Tessa, likes video games. She’s into Zelda and Mario, and Bushido Blade. But they don’t give her a high like they give me. The words “Blue wizard is about to die” won’t choke her up, like they do me. She would never punch a friend for having the gall to suggest Mortal Kombat is a better game than Street Fighter II.

Girls will never like video games like I like video games. Tessa will never like video games like I like video games. It isn’t her fault. I need to be realistic about this. I must learn to be gay.

Here it comes…The Book Meme

1 ) Total number of books owned?
Gads! That depends on how you count. I’ve probably got less than 150 actual book books. I’ve likely got 300 or so trade paperbacks (comic book reprint collections). And maybe 3000 single issue comics. It’s hard to get a good estimate when you have that many. I need to cull them for reasons of storage.

2) The last book I bought?

Going Postal by Terry Pratchett was the last prose novel I bought for myself, I think. It was good, but Pratchett damn near always is.

Two weeks ago my comic shop had a clearance sale. I got to buy many trades for 70% off:

The five Bone books I needed for my collection. Jeff Smith’s Bone is a delightful all ages story. Great art, wonderful characters, weak ending.

King David by Kyle Baker. Based on the biblical story, King David, the cover promise Aventure! Intruige! Polygamy! Mass Castration! For what more could one ask of a comic?

High Roads by Scott Lobodell and Lenil Franci Yu. What are the two best things for good guys to get to fight? Ninjas and Nazis. This book wisely has the protagonists fighting Ninja Nazis. Brilliant.

Several Madman trades, by Mike Allred. I haven’t read much Madman yet, but I dig his style.

Selina’s Big Score by Darwyn Cooke. Cooke is a so-so writer but a bloody fantastic artist. If Jack Kirby was into pulp adventure instead of cosmic sagas he would draw like Darwyn Cooke. Do yourself a favor and buy the DCU: The New Frontier trade.

Also, during the sale was New Comics Day. I got a stack of 40 free comics for a $10 donation to the CBLDF (Comic Book Legal Defense Fund, my charity of choice). Some of it is crap (example: Betty and Veronica) but some of it is awesome (example: Flight). I’m still sifting through it all!

3) The last book I read?

The Grim Grotto by Lemony Snickett. These books are written for 8 year olds, to be sure, but I totally dig them. Halfway through the series, they explode with awesomeness.

4) Five books that mean a lot to me:

The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy by Douglas Adams. I must have read this book 80 times throughout middle school and high school. This book is as funny, smart, and keyed to my personal likes as anything I’ve ever read.

The Illuminatus Trilogy by Robert Anton Wilson and Bob Shea. This book is a mess. It is sloppy, and crude and impossible to follow. But it is also thought provoking and funny and artistic. I’ve never read anything quite like it.

The Principia Discordia. Between this book and Illuminatus, I converted. This is the “bible” for what is either a joke disguised as a religion or a religion disguised as a joke. It really works. Five tons of flax!

Cat’s Cradle by Kurt Vonnegut Jr. I can’t begin to express what a suckerpunch Vonnegut’s writing was to my thinking. The year I found Vonnegut was the year I stopped being a Christian.

The Westing Game by Ellen Raskin. This was my first favorite book. It’s a smart and funny mystery novel. Sixteen heirs to a fortune have to solve a puzzle to collect the estate. This was the first book that I read that was both fun and substantive. A must read.

5) Tag 5 people and have them put this in their journal:
Do what thou will is the whole of the law.

Oh, Fuck Yeah

The Adventures of Pete & Pete Season 1 is released on Tuesday.

There is no chance of my not purchasing this on Tuesday.

http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/B0007Y08LA/qid=1115985810/sr=1-1/ref=sr_1_1/002-2041818-8935204?v=glance&s=dvd

One of the finest damn tv shows ever.

I like magic

It’s been too long since I’ve exercised my sense of wonder. That’s the best thing about being a kid, I think, the magic of not knowing what the world has in store for you. When I was a teenager, my friends and I would go on road trips, and whether we the day’s travels led to an encounter with Funkorella, the hooker with the heart of gold*, or to a big pile of hay, things were exciting and unexpected.

My world has become routine. I have a reasonable idea of what tomorrow holds. This is no good. Maybe I’ll start robbing banks.

*heart not actually one of gold.