December 2008
3 posts
Massage, with a happy ending
Over the last weeks I’ve been moving house. As most of you will know, moving house for us, engenders carrying a hell of a lot of boxes of comics. Boxes of comics are insanely heavy. I mean, really really heavy. Like, they hurt. And if you bend over at an angle while lifting them… well forget it. Something weird went “ping” in my back, and it’s been achey ever...
The Lost Ten Commandments of Comics
Sonia saw the world of comics, and she saw that it was good. Then people began worshiping a big golden idol because you know, they’d been wandering lost in the desert a lot and they really needed an excuse for a party. But Sonia was unforgiving and kind of rigid, so she handed down these commandments. Then Charlton Heston came down from a mountain to read them to you all, and he had a...
Alphabet Soup Nazi: Categorizing for a Better...
Apparently, my family has some slight obsessive compulsive tendencies. I’m not saying that any of us have full on obsessive compulsive disorder, it’s more like a strong desire for order. I asked my cousin about it once, (she’s a psychiatrist) and she said that she’d definitely noticed that this wing of the family all had certain tendencies in that direction. As we...
