Things that make me happy
Feb. 5th, 2011 12:47 amIn Comics
Gail Simone--awesome comic book writer and the kind of feminist-with-a-sense-of-humor* worth my time--has said that she WANTS people to ship Oracle/Black Canary. Which, honestly, is not hard at all. Because, WOW. I've just read Birds of Prey #56-#59, and those two ladies? GAY AND IN LOVE.
There is a panel about both of them wanting to "try tuna."
Gail Simone: Please fucking marry me in a giant fantasy issue that will sell a bunch of issues and we will die on every page.
Batman Beyond, the newest series, is doing same-date for paper and digital, and while I think it's a little silly to request the $2.99 cover price for the digital copy (which doesn't require printing, therefore driving up cover cost), I am willing to pay it if only to, a) read Batman Beyond (TERRY I LOVE YOU) and b) to encourage DC to put more comics on a same-day schedule.
So, in Red Robin #19, Tim got to visit his own subconscious (just go with it), and his subconscious is The Riddler. Months and months ago I had an idea about Tim getting a grievous enough injury to have to give up the superhero business--specifically an amputated limb--and he opens a restaurant (because, like Liz Lemon, I live on ideas of food), and one of his waitresses is getting stalked, so Tim brings in the best PI in the business, who is Edward Ngyma, and they both know who the other used to be, but they play it all at the level above--lots of hints and such but not enough to tip the others hand--and maybe they have sex. I don't know. Also, wow. Hi, run-on sentence. So, short version: Tim running a restaurant. The Riddler all legit and running his PI business. Working together. Awesomeness.
In Books
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lasergirl sent me a copy of The Man in the White Suit, which is the book by Ben Collins, who as The Stig on Top Gear from series 3 until series 15 (I think; I might be off a series), and I already love him on page 35. Anyone who instinctively kicked a dude in the junk due to a belief that his father was being slighted is okay in my book.
I gave in and joined Goodreads (under my official name), and I rather like it. It's a streamlined version of Shelfari, and I'm hoping to review everything I read this year. If you wanna follow me, send me a PM, and I'll send you my full name.
YA. I fucking love YA. That is all.
In Oooh! Shiny!
I finally opened the Nook app on my iPad** and realized the app is actually better than the Nook. This is not to say the Nook as a platform is bad, simply that when Apple decides to pull their collective head from their collective ass and really do something, it gets done really fucking well. Now, I just have to figure out what to do with my Nook. Hrm.
In Fic
Accepting the fact that I do not write sex scenes in great detail most of the time and am, in fact, not great at them in long-format, I am perfectly comfortable skipping over an epic sex scene for more banter. Because, dude. Banter fucking WINS.
*Clarification: I like any feminist with a sense of humor. I'm trying to say that I don't like humorless feminists. And, beyond that, anyone without a sense of humor.
**Yes, I sound slightly douchestastic. Shaddup.
Gail Simone--awesome comic book writer and the kind of feminist-with-a-sense-of-humor* worth my time--has said that she WANTS people to ship Oracle/Black Canary. Which, honestly, is not hard at all. Because, WOW. I've just read Birds of Prey #56-#59, and those two ladies? GAY AND IN LOVE.
There is a panel about both of them wanting to "try tuna."
Gail Simone: Please fucking marry me in a giant fantasy issue that will sell a bunch of issues and we will die on every page.
Batman Beyond, the newest series, is doing same-date for paper and digital, and while I think it's a little silly to request the $2.99 cover price for the digital copy (which doesn't require printing, therefore driving up cover cost), I am willing to pay it if only to, a) read Batman Beyond (TERRY I LOVE YOU) and b) to encourage DC to put more comics on a same-day schedule.
So, in Red Robin #19, Tim got to visit his own subconscious (just go with it), and his subconscious is The Riddler. Months and months ago I had an idea about Tim getting a grievous enough injury to have to give up the superhero business--specifically an amputated limb--and he opens a restaurant (because, like Liz Lemon, I live on ideas of food), and one of his waitresses is getting stalked, so Tim brings in the best PI in the business, who is Edward Ngyma, and they both know who the other used to be, but they play it all at the level above--lots of hints and such but not enough to tip the others hand--and maybe they have sex. I don't know. Also, wow. Hi, run-on sentence. So, short version: Tim running a restaurant. The Riddler all legit and running his PI business. Working together. Awesomeness.
In Books
The fucking awesome
lasergirl sent me a copy of The Man in the White Suit, which is the book by Ben Collins, who as The Stig on Top Gear from series 3 until series 15 (I think; I might be off a series), and I already love him on page 35. Anyone who instinctively kicked a dude in the junk due to a belief that his father was being slighted is okay in my book.I gave in and joined Goodreads (under my official name), and I rather like it. It's a streamlined version of Shelfari, and I'm hoping to review everything I read this year. If you wanna follow me, send me a PM, and I'll send you my full name.
YA. I fucking love YA. That is all.
In Oooh! Shiny!
I finally opened the Nook app on my iPad** and realized the app is actually better than the Nook. This is not to say the Nook as a platform is bad, simply that when Apple decides to pull their collective head from their collective ass and really do something, it gets done really fucking well. Now, I just have to figure out what to do with my Nook. Hrm.
In Fic
Accepting the fact that I do not write sex scenes in great detail most of the time and am, in fact, not great at them in long-format, I am perfectly comfortable skipping over an epic sex scene for more banter. Because, dude. Banter fucking WINS.
*Clarification: I like any feminist with a sense of humor. I'm trying to say that I don't like humorless feminists. And, beyond that, anyone without a sense of humor.
**Yes, I sound slightly douchestastic. Shaddup.
