Speaking of Triple-X things, I saw the Vin Diesel movie, xXx, and enjoyed it. Sandra wasn't interested in coming to the movie with me, so I phoned her from the theater just so I could say "I phoned my wife from a triple-x movie theater" in this entry. Silly, no? Hardly sillier than the movie itself.
Links to cool things:
- Aaron Farber is launching a very silly new comic. Check out Men In Hats.
- Bruce Wright put up an Appearance Count Page for Schlock Mercenary. Statistics are fascinating (well, statistics about the things I draw are fascinating to me.)
- I love NASA's Astronomy Picture of the Day. It's updated more regularly than any Webcomic I know of (except perhaps Schlock Mercenary), and is far more informative.
Back in the brick-and-mortar world, I went to Media Play while on the prowl for two things: A Suzanne Vega album with "Blood Makes Noise" on it, and a book called Marrow by Robert Reed. It was depressing -- the store was a shadow of its former self, with little inventory on display, entire swaths of floor-space empty, and a sci-fi/fantasy section that spanned all of three short shelves. Not only did they not have the CD or book I was looking for, they had NOTHING by Suzanne Vega nor Robert Reed.
Depressing. Sure, I could shop online, but I wanted some tangibility-shopping and all I got for my trouble was a painful reminder of how wonderful a place Media Play seemed when it first opened.
A day later I went to Barnes and Noble, and discovered that not only did they have BOTH articles I wanted, they were also being patronized by lots of actual human beings -- flesh-and-blood entities, stalking their literary prey up and down the aisles. I bought my book and CD, perused the SF/F section for a bit, and felt good about dropping $23 to support a place where I can treat myself to tactile tangibility.
Then I got home and realized that Suzanne Vega could have spent a little more time exploring the musical possibilities she scratched the surface of in "Blood Makes Noise." The lyrical genius evident in the initial exposition of the idea is a bit diminished by the fact that the track only has two minutes of material on it. It might say "2:28," but that just means "we're gonna fade out for nigh on 30 seconds." Oh well. At least the rest of the album shows promise.