I finally showed up at one of the many David Bowie tributes. As a super fan, I was wildly unimpressed. Next time I’ll opt for my shrine and a vinyl on a repeat.
Boy, oh boy. I’ve been missing in action and very much under the weather. It’s no secret that I suffer from an inflammatory autoimmune disease known as Ulcerative Colitis, and it likes to sneak up on me at the most inopportune times. Lately I’ve been laid up at my parents’ house trying to recuperate. We’re pretty sure Jonathan’s apartment has some fun things that all old buildings have (radon, asbestos, lead, etc), and they’ve been bringing me down. I hate being sick, especially this kind of sick. Getting out of bed can be a monumental task.
My recovery is involving a lot of reading. I stocked up on my weird magazines, moved all my books with me, and reinstated my library card. When I visited my library I was amused to discover that not one single librarian has changed since I graduated high school. It’s like a weird little time capsule. I’m a fairly intense person, and get upset very easily, so working in any capacity has been put on a back burner for now. My health is improving a bit each day though, so I should be back in full fighting form soon enough.
For now I shall read about things I can’t afford, places that don’t exist, and times long past.
Tank Girl, the obsession of every bad little girl from the 80s and 90s. If you don’t know what I’m talking about, go educate yourself immediately before I revoke your “cool girl” card! Go grab the first book (or the whole shabam) and get acquainted with Lori Petty’s perfect movie version. Thank me later.
It’s a smaller day for me and I’m super friggin’ grateful. Some of my series are wrapping up too. Always bittersweet; ultimately it saves me money but it’s the end. I always hold off on reading the last one for months. I just now read the last Limbo. I’m definitely doing a whole post for that comic. It is hands down one of my all-time favourite comics. Caspar Wijngaard is an artistic genius. Mmmf. So good.
But today! Yay! Today! New comics.
This whole ‘Netflix & Chill’ thing irks me. What if I actually want to chill? Will Netflix forever be a prelude to something…else? What if I told you that there is a world of chilling that involves nothing more than your oil-free thumb, the ability to read, and a love of leotards? There is.
More girls should like comic books. They’re fun to read and sometimes beautifully inspiring to look at. I’ve always been an avid reader of mildly intimidating tomes. I kind of shrugged off comics as fuel for big budget summer blockbusters. WRONG! There is so much more to comics than superheroes. They can be sad, fantastical, empowering, or even infuriating. Just like a real book, they put you through a whole gamut of emotions.
Now about those leotards. They’re great to wear to achieve that “perfectly tucked shirt” look but what about for wearing less and staying in more? The preferred garb of superheroes the world over is the new secret weapon and comfy to boot. Whether you’re queen of your own personal snuggle palace or being a saucy vixen, they’ve got you covered. (Even Kanye couldn’t resist their cool in the new Yeezy collection. But that’s a post for another day.)
Now for my suggested comic book pairings.