Each Day is a Gift, Be Sure to Untie the Ribbons...

Damn, my favorite neighborhood comic book store, Rocketship, went out of business.

Discovered this yesterday, when I took the long way home and chose to pop in to check out what might be there. Hadn't been by in about four months. Granted, I live in NYC - finding a comic book store isn't that difficult. Also can't say I'm that surprised, it was designed more like a cool underground book store than a geeky comic store. Dust free. Clean. With pictures of the art on the walls. Expensive. That's going to be hard to afford in a bad economy. But - I had a subscription history at this one - not at the others. And the others are harder to get to, require more effort. I'm wondering if this is a sign? Maybe I've grown out of the comic book thing again? Ponders. Methinks I'm between cultural obsessions. So if you friended me for Buffy essays? You are probably going to be disappointed.

It's a beautiful day, but no idea what to do with it. There's whole lot of things I need to do and buy, but don't want to do any of them. So procrastinating. Can't quite decide which to do first. Be much happier if it were raining or steaming hot, then I'd have an excuse for not frolicking in the day. But alas that is tomorrow...when I do sort of need to do stuff. And it's already 12:42 pm. Where did the time go? Making gluten-free muffins and watching Project Runway.
Not enjoying it that much this year. The designers just aren't that strong this year. So they are trying to build on the drama and since these people aren't actors, they do it by pitting them against each other. UGh.

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Well, feel this overwhelming desire to rant. I will not, repeat not, rant in my livejournal.

Sigh.

Took walk to go furniture hunting, only to discover that favorite furniture store - actually the only furniture store within walking distance in my neighborhood - went out of business. It's been replaced by the Brooklyn Writers Room - it's basically a club, you pay about 100- or so bucks to join, then 65 a month to have a place to write. They supply desk, lamp, and chair, you supply paper, pen, lap-top - and they have wi-fi.

Maybe this is a sign that I should be hunting for a new apt? As in somewhere else?

Finished watching Dexter Season 4. Excellent season. Tightly written. Every thread closed. The only subplot that didn't totally work for me - was LaGuerta and Batista. Also this show does not pass the Bechdel Test - there was not one scene between two women or even three at any point in the story - that was not about men or the central focus was a man. Even the scenes that the women had with men - focused on "men". Doesn't make it less enjoyable. But it is worth noting, especially since people told me it passed the Bechdel Test. Folks - the Bechdel Test requires scenes between women that have nothing to do with men. So no, Dexter while feminist, does not pass the Bechdel test.

Favorite character? Continues to be Debra Morgan. That gal rocks! Also, now I want Showtime so I don't have to wait 12 months to see what happens next, dang it. Didn't feel this way after True Blood. True Blood was good. Dexter is better. And John Lithgow completely deserved his emmy, one of the few who actually does.

Thought while watching the last few episodes - that in some ways, Dexter is a modern re-telling of the Batman tale, except more disturbing and satirical.

Anyhow - rating for Dexter S4? A+. (There are no DVD extras though - no interviews or anything. It's very odd.)

Book meme

To avoid ranting in livejournal, I doing a book meme. It's ganked from flake_sake and shipperx and frenchani. And like all memes, I'm only answering the questions I can think of an answer to. Memory - it's an odd thing. Had a discussion with Momster about this recently, she was reciting all the famous people that I thought were dead that are actually still alive. Such as Doris Day, Olivia De Havilland, Elizabeth Taylor, Kirk Douglas, etc. I asked how she knew this? She said their birthdays keep appearing in Parade Magazine each Sunday. Then I asked how in the heck she remembered it? I mean, my mother can't remember my phone number, but she can remember which celebrity is still alive and how old they are? Only the old ones - she tells me - I can't remember any of the younger ones.

( book meme - in which I discover that I've forgotten more books than the vast majority of the population have actually read. )

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I keep seeing ads for Livejournal - the first decade - pop inside the pages of dynamic content for the first decade of lj use. Okay, so...whose content is this? Ours? Or just people who volunteered?

( amusing Three Inches Pilot that James Marsters has been cast in as, wait for it, the father-figure/mentor character. )

Okay rant. Nah. I won't rant. Okay will rant. Nah, won't rant. Okay, I hate the lj edit function. There, said it.

I'm going to go to take a shower, go to bed and read. Feel crappy. Must have been something I ate.