Tuesday, December 11, 2012
Also I should probably point out that I didn't really have a stressful day, thus making me wear sweatpants after work. In fact, I'm disproving my own theory since changing into the cotton wonder was the first thing I did but my day wasn't really all that bad. To be fair though, writing a comic about how I came home and put on comfy clothes because I didn't have any errands to run tonight really wouldn't interest too many people.
Tomorrow a character I've been following off and on for basically my entire "career" collecting and reading comics comes back in his own self-titled series. Cable and the X-Force is hitting shelves tomorrow and I'm excited to be able to support it with my dollars. Cable is an interesting character that Marvel has had a hard time dealing with since he has such a complicated, convoluted back-story. Oh, and that he's a time-traveler that could, if they wrote it as such, really complicate the entire Marvel Universe. He's a truly gritty character, not in the Punisher way where loss drove him to blatant and unapologetic murder, but in the way that his entire story is always dealing with loss and continuing on in the face of it. If the man has a super power, a friend, a favorite weapon or even a timeline that he's beginning to settle into, trust the comic overlords to yank it out from under his feet. When I write it like that, I'm surprised I don't get tired of those kinds of stories.
Just a few days and weeks away from holiday relaxation makes this week sure to feel as if it's passing more slowly than those carefree summer days that don't have the same longevity. I wonder if I could just build a pillow fort in my cubicle and read until the break comes.
Punch it, Chewie!
Tuesday, December 4, 2012
A major running theme in my entertainment and thus thoughts lately has been the idea of large machinations. I'm speaking almost exclusively about government and spy agencies, with almost always a science fiction twist to them. Even some ideas for projects I've been mulling over the past few months have had to do with concepts of story and interactions as pieces of a larger device.
Trying to understand why these elements put together would appeal to me so much, I think I hit upon a few points. Science fiction is a no-brainer; attempting to identify with the fantastical injects mystery and excitement into my life which almost exclusively (by design, right or wrong) lacks the risks of adventure.
Also involved are always clear plans, even if these may not be revealed until working through the problems. Having the rigidity of an intended outcome brings me some kind of comfort, that all the work being put in and risks taken are calculated and have a goal in mind. For me, this ties into the hole that organized religions much more often than not can't fill. This isn't a failing on their part but my own inability to look at the theater of it and not question the motives.
It's clear though what would involve adventure with a clear outcome in mind: Tetherminton! Yikes, did I just black out through a therapy session or something? Luckily there's nothing too dark in there so I'll just leave it as is, until next we meet.
Punch it, Chewie!