Sunday, random Sunday

I need something new to read. More specifically, I need some new smugly pointless cleverness to distract me from the fact that my actual life doesn't involve backpacking across Europe, a lucrative writing career, and a running tab at Godiva. C'mon, mass media! You're falling down on the job.

I got desperate enough this afternoon to try surfing through the link-lists in the comics blogoverse. Unfortunately, most turned out to be complete wastes of space (as defined by level of disagreement with me over the lameness of Captain America's new costume) and one actually went so far as to totally dis Spider-Man. So, no joy there.

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Will you still need me, will you still feed me...

I got to thinking about maturity today, apropos of not much except running across a mention of High School Musical 2 in our inventory database. In quick and wondering succession I realised that a) I had no idea what this thing was all about, except that it starred the latest improbably wholesome Tiger Beat Ken doll...and furthermore, b) I had no interest whatsoever in finding out. For the first time in my life a major pop-cult phenomenon was happening and I was totally content to let it pass me by.

Clearly, I have finally reached adulthood - spiritually, I mean; I have of course attained to physical maturity long since, or at least that explains why all those people are yelling at me about making sure the volume-sleeve swouses come in on time. Mentally, however, I was still a wide-eyed sixteen-year-old wondering when this 'grown-up' thing commences. Until now.

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