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Please note the edition of The Headquarters to the blogroll. Meena Hasan, Savannah Mirisola-Sullivan, and Kelly Schmader are all very talented artists, and you'd do well to check them out
On another note, a friend recently pointed out to me that I might come off as less of a jackass in classes if I were, well, less of a jackass. She's right. She, I should say, also said this in a much nicer way. So, I'm making a vow to be more respectful and diplomatic in classes. Please, you who know me, tell me when I'm over the line.
Somewhere along the line, I think I decided that I needed to prove to everyone I was ready to be back. In my ill-advised zeal to prove myself to my classmates, I think--in one class in particular (which is good because I'm only in two classes...)--I became "that guy" who mostly talks to prove his point with little regard for the big picture or common courtesy.
Well, enough of that.
I've gotten used to somewhat thematically dense comic books. Y: The Last Man isn't. So I sped through it and enjoyed it, but only on a liminal level. If you have the good taste to pick up Y don't do what I did. The characterization is first-rate, the pacing is spot-on, and much of what makes it good is easily missed if you read it just for plot.
It is, however, quite addicting. It's the kind of book that gets you making deals with yourself; one more issue or 4AM, whichever comes first... Check it out. It's good for the soul
Completely switching gears (again). I encourage all you yeomen to hit The 'Sco with me tomorrow. It's hip-hop night; it's always fun to see pasty-white boys try to dance to 50 Cent (I include myself in this). Also, dancing releases endorphins, and Ohio is a pretty depressing place. Dancing is good mental hygiene.
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