I'm all over it.
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brightbluegirlPoor Andrew was up coughing a lot last night.
It's hard to sleep next to a coughing person. The bed jerks, the sound is shocking... so I'm kinda tired. But I'm sure he's more tired.
Poor sweetie. I suggested he not work today. He's decided that's a good idea.
It's a busy day at work. Bleck.
Dinner last night was bowls of squash soup (mmm) and huge plates of spinach salad. Oh so yummy. We tried turkey bacon for the first time (spinach salad has hard boiled eggs and bacon and a creamy dressing), and it's REALLY GOOD. I may even like it better than regular bacon. Yummy!
X-Men 2 starts today. I CAN'T WAIT TO SEE IT. I am such a geek. SUCH a geek.
I remember laying on my stomach in the living room, when I was young, listening to music and reading comic books.
When I hear certain songs, I still have vivid memories of the feel of the comic in my hands, the smell, even the colours in front of my eyes. If I think about it, I can feel the light pink corderoy couch against the fronts of my thighs, or the grey-blue shag carpet against my elbows (depending on where I was).
My father collected comic books before I was old enough to read. I REALLY wanted to read them. I remember sitting upstairs in the attic, surrounded by boxes of comic books, looking very intently at the comics, trying to figure out what they said.
When we were still too young to read, my father sold all his comics for about $50. He needed the money to support his young family.
I started collecting as I grew older. X-men and their spin-offs were big ones. And Alpha Flight, and Elfquest. I had comic boxes everywhere. At least 1000 comics. I would take them out and re-read them, over and over. I had a crush on Colossus. And I wanted to be Storm.
When I was in University, it's like I had to fulfill some crazy cycle. I sold my comics for $35, so I could afford Christmas presents.
I miss them.
I got to work in a comic book store, briefly. That's where I met Andrew. I loved it there. I could read comics while working. That's the only way I get to be close to comics, because I can't, to this day, walk into any other comic book store. I want comics too badly. To recreate my collection would be extraordinarily expensive. Not to mention all the new series' I read while working, that I would like as well.
It's not the only addiction that I have to curb by keeping myself away from the temptation. It's the same with bookstores. I would need to be rich to keep myself in books. Even used books.
Everything else - not a problem. Drugs? I can take them or leave them. Alcohol? Once in a while, if I can get past the cost and the calories. TV? Pap.
But slap some words on a piece of paper, with or without pictures, and baby, I'm all over it.
It's hard to sleep next to a coughing person. The bed jerks, the sound is shocking... so I'm kinda tired. But I'm sure he's more tired.
Poor sweetie. I suggested he not work today. He's decided that's a good idea.
It's a busy day at work. Bleck.
Dinner last night was bowls of squash soup (mmm) and huge plates of spinach salad. Oh so yummy. We tried turkey bacon for the first time (spinach salad has hard boiled eggs and bacon and a creamy dressing), and it's REALLY GOOD. I may even like it better than regular bacon. Yummy!
X-Men 2 starts today. I CAN'T WAIT TO SEE IT. I am such a geek. SUCH a geek.
I remember laying on my stomach in the living room, when I was young, listening to music and reading comic books.
When I hear certain songs, I still have vivid memories of the feel of the comic in my hands, the smell, even the colours in front of my eyes. If I think about it, I can feel the light pink corderoy couch against the fronts of my thighs, or the grey-blue shag carpet against my elbows (depending on where I was).
My father collected comic books before I was old enough to read. I REALLY wanted to read them. I remember sitting upstairs in the attic, surrounded by boxes of comic books, looking very intently at the comics, trying to figure out what they said.
When we were still too young to read, my father sold all his comics for about $50. He needed the money to support his young family.
I started collecting as I grew older. X-men and their spin-offs were big ones. And Alpha Flight, and Elfquest. I had comic boxes everywhere. At least 1000 comics. I would take them out and re-read them, over and over. I had a crush on Colossus. And I wanted to be Storm.
When I was in University, it's like I had to fulfill some crazy cycle. I sold my comics for $35, so I could afford Christmas presents.
I miss them.
I got to work in a comic book store, briefly. That's where I met Andrew. I loved it there. I could read comics while working. That's the only way I get to be close to comics, because I can't, to this day, walk into any other comic book store. I want comics too badly. To recreate my collection would be extraordinarily expensive. Not to mention all the new series' I read while working, that I would like as well.
It's not the only addiction that I have to curb by keeping myself away from the temptation. It's the same with bookstores. I would need to be rich to keep myself in books. Even used books.
Everything else - not a problem. Drugs? I can take them or leave them. Alcohol? Once in a while, if I can get past the cost and the calories. TV? Pap.
But slap some words on a piece of paper, with or without pictures, and baby, I'm all over it.
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Date: 2003-05-02 11:06 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-05-04 02:43 pm (UTC)Yeah, I'm a geek too.