Somehow, in all the muddle and jumble that exists, at least five issues of Black Panther have disappeared. The revelation was stumbled upon when both Amazing Spider-Man and Peter Parker, Spider-Man seemingly lost issue 26. Then in a white unmarked bag—a brown bag would be too dubious—they were rediscovered, along with the first issue of Ultimate X-Men to which the ether was blamed for the disappearance. Amidst the mix was Deadpool 34 or 44. Either way, there are at least five Black Panther comics missing.
Wednesday, 30 January 2002
Three cars are lined bumper-to-bumper next to each other. The first one is pumping petrol into the tank. The one in the middle holds one angry man. The third—for some reason escapable at the time and now—honks its horn. Possibly expecting the second car to move along. The second car can't as the first one hasn't finished and the third one is riding its arse. So almost drew to a close yet another dreary dull and swan dive inducing day.
Wednesday, 30 January 2002
For some reason the sight of two people locked away in a terminating train is slightly amusing. As the train pulled into Campbelltown on a cool morning the conductor twice called to get off. There wasn't anyone running up and down checking. The two guys in the lower section were sleeping very soundly and in heavy clothing. As the train pulled away they stayed asleep. Eyelids are heavy.
Saturday, 26 January 2002
Walking out there was a scene I—for a split second—took pity upon. Hand on chest the person in the chair was getting his hair cut. Could be a shave, depends on how the look ends up as. There was no cape. There used to be a cape that would be draped over the person in the chair. But not today. Perhaps not for a long time. There can only be mistakes to follow. The cape used to cover the clothes. But the man was just sitting there with what seemed like hairy fabrics having hair fall down around and on him. For five dollars this little scene wouldn't have had to taken place. But five dollars wouldn't be spent that way. Better nothing and the ire of removing hair from clothing than paying some merchant coins to prevent that problem. It was only a split second. Oh how a resolve can crumble on mere pity alone.
Thursday, 24 January 2002
Batman never really held much appeal. The ears grew and shrank dramatically with each issue. The mood was too depressing. The logo sucked. En route to a station a little stop over was in order at a store that doesn't understand the term, "customer relations."
The Ten Cent Adventure, in which Bruce Wayne is accused of a murder was defaced with a secondary cover printed in Australia over the American. At least the price paid was nothing more than a walk on the escalators. Free for the first, a whopping dollar for each subsequent. Gimmicky at worst, it could prove trepidatiously engaging if it weren't for the fact that the whole storyline runs for around four months across several comics a month. At least it was free.
Wednesday, 23 January 2002
The red little dragon had coins jamming up his brain space. The year end closed the account at an even representation of weeks. $22 in not as many days, the time counted out:
$1:2x85, 4x84, 2x85, 2x86, 2x88, 3x95, 3x94, 2x96
20¢: 4x66, 5x67, 68, 69, 70, 71, 73, 5x74, 75, 3x76, 3x77, 3x78, 79, 2x80, 3x81, 2x98, 4x99, 4x2000, 5x2001
Yet the amount would be somewhat higher had there not been a few removals over the course of the year.
Wednesday, 23 January 2002
The ring and little fingers flanking the right hand no longer look rusted out. The entire pinkie was coated in a sickly hue of extreme yellow enough to make a supposed yellowskin cautious. Stink bugs are to blame for the near week long illusion of a tired out liver. As they connected end-to-end to each other a mighty flame from a little cartridge of fire would singe the odourous insects. For far too long they have taken to lacing the relatively docile lemon leaves with a pungent and vile secretion. As research would have helped they would spit streams of disgusting and unpleasant liquid out of either their arse or mouth, maybe the mouths. The stain of the spit stains deeply and almost lose the keys. Would have been cool if it were blue.
Saturday, 19 January 2002
Dealing with a printer on designing a Student Diary is not nearly as troublesome as I would have the self believe. But given only a budget of $15000 I have managed to blow it out by $100. Somehow the money has to be found. Six budgeted issues are planned for the think mag, Cogito and there will be bile to spew if that number isn't reached.
Wednesday, 16 January 2002
For some reason the crowds that lined the walls of the Powerhouse Museum seemed particularly vibrant. Only well after the fact, the day after to be exact, did the calendar finally come around and reveal itself with all manners of shading. Bugs Bunny isn't supposed to be here for another month, and yet there was a little surprise in thinking that perhaps the rabbit has run away yet again. Of all the misleading things to represent.
Wednesday, 16 January 2002
The Dynamic Duo of Merrick and Rosso laid down the claim of an attempt to break the world radio broadcasting record currently held by someone who was in hospital when he broke it. Ten minutes from the normal shift end they declared the attempt ill-thought and abandoned their mikes. For the past month or more there would be this odd feeling that being wide awake and very alert at 4am didn't fit into the scheme of things. Nothing was attempted, counting sheep up only lasted until the paddock was cleared but the counting just went on. The last grass blade counted was numbering 481. Then there was another hour of nothing. Even the Philbert trick of closing the eyes didn't help.
Last night was different. For the first time in a long time of memorial tunage there was the real feeling of being tired and sleepy. Not from the morning following but of before. Can't wait to see this happen some time soon.
Saturday, 12 January 2002
The run of Amazing Spider-Man and Peter Parker from the relaunch three years ago has been derailed for the time being. The initial plan was to pass through two years worth of back issues in one day. The resulting loss of 10 hours in the span of issues from 6 through to 19 has the mind numbing. Doom would rather obliterate an entire city in the search for the webbed one than to cry at American civilian losses.
Wednesday, 9 January 2002
One month out after the orginal airing followed up by a repeat of the final episode makes watching The Amazing Race all worth while. Even when that train pulled up to the station for the second viewing of the episode it was a relief in knowing that Team Guido were still stuck in Alaska. Not everybody likes the self-proclaimed underdog.
Wednesday, 9 January 2002
Peter Jackson has indeed recreated the experience of reading a tome such as Tolkien's magic. 3 hours is a might to bear and the story phased in and out of my mind. Just like it would have if I continued to read any of the stuff J.R.R. wrote after the first three chapters of The Hobbit. Of all of the near one hundred audience that did show up for the forth day of screening, it looked as though only one fat, balding, glasses wearing guy would have taken time out of this meagre existence and learnt Elvish. But just like reading a book I had this kid to the right of me who kept explaining and revealing plot movements throughout. Had the film not finally finished I would be sitting in court explaining myself.
Without having read the next two chunks, The Two Towers and Return of the King, most likely won't have to guess what the main driving points will be.
For the Birds started things off on a high and the movie just kept it all going. At least this time in the outtakes there weren't as many dropped boom mikes as in A Bug's Life. So many quick little references.
Wednesday, 9 January 2002
Of all the words to follow the "White Rabbit" on a New Years Day, some how it wasn't at all strange to see an argument with the television erupt with one side grumbling "Lord of the Rings" in the face of H. Potter. At least the 23 hours of total silence since the start of the year was something never before done. At least for the year.
Prior to losing sleep to the deafening quiet of a 3am doze it was all just a maddening rush of nerves prickling and toying with the body like a back with an itch. In the end a mole unseen or unregistered has been.
Despite what it may look like from the passersby, trying to catch falling ash is extremely intense. The trick of it all is to cup it without crushing it.
Wednesday, 9 January 2002
Elemunk scrambles the loose connections bouncing about the mind of Soon Van.
Feel free to ask questions on any topic. Or spend some quality killswitch time poking about reading the vintage synapses
Or maybe a torrid trail of job interviews?
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Objects in mirror may be closer than they appear