Wherein alchohol was consumed and inhibitions annihilated

I awake now from my ages-long slumber, surprisingly free of that slayer-of-days, pounder-of-heads, the hangover.

I kind of expected one, so this is a pleasant surprise.

I realized lately that I have pretty much divested myself of comic books per se, and instead developed a love for that most magical of printed media, the graphic novel.

There is something to be said for the smug satisfaction of getting to see a story arc in its entirety. It's very pleasant to see how it all ends, all in one sitting.

Which brings me to this little gem I ordered online: http://www.hillcity-comics.com/graphic_novels_2007/new_graphic_novel8226.htm

Man, that shit was bananas. While it was lost amidst all the hoopla of Civil War, I must say it was by far the better of the two Marvel crossovers of last summer.

It took a bunch of one-dimensional B-listers and made them compelling and interesting which is no mean feat.

Go read it right now.

I'm serious.

Also, James' party was hella fun for what it was: a bunch of nerds drinking and doing nerd things. Blurred as they may be by vodka, the memories I have will be retained indefinitely.