July 10th, 2009

Dead Dog Cat


Today, I finished reading a graphic novel based on a novel series that I loved, way back when. This collection is called Fritz Leiber's Fafhrd and the Gray Mouser, and it's a good rendition of some of the tales that Leiber wrote about these rogues. Worth a look, either in the collections, or the graphic novel.

Then there was the comics. First was Warren Ellis' book, No Hero #6, which has taken a very curious twist. Gotta keep reading this one.

Then, Drafted went a very odd way, using Obama as a character in a one-shot, called One Hundred Days. Weird. I'm not sure how I felt about this one.

Finally, there's a new book out, which is definitely a Chthulhu mythos piece, called North 40. Creepy, weird, something I could see Lovecraft getting into. For my friends who like these things, I'd hunt this one down.

Finally, while waiting to hear from my beloved, I pulled out a Netflix that's been hanging fire here for a long time; it's a Hitchcock film that I'd never seen called Rear Window, and I loved the camera work in it. Very interesting piece, nicely done. Makes me want to hunt out other Hitchcock films that I've not seen before.
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I'm pleased to say that we were able to join in the joy at our friends' (Teresa and Derek) daughter's (Aubrey) wedding at a little park/historical monument in Placentia, this afternoon. Teresa catered it, and she served up some very nice dishes. Her baked beans, for example, are terrific.

We were forced to leave early due to a phone call from forestcats brother, who called about her mother having a turn for the worse, but by the time we got home, the crisis had passed, and she was more comfortable. Home, we did a few necessary things, like emptying the corral for the arrival of a number of bales of hay for the equines. I also pulled up the last of the carpet's undermat in the front bedroom, and vacuumed the wooden flooring. New carpets tomorrow.

I'm going to embarass myself, tomorrow, at services, as I haven't memorized my chanting of the Haftorah for this date. I just never found enough time to do that; I should have set aside other things, but I felt too stressed (proof: my regained weight...) to sit and study. Oh, well, so I won't chant, but I will read, and if they don't like it, they can tell me so.

So there...I guess.
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And then there was my father's Yahrzeit...it's a Jewish thing. It's been two years since his death, and the Jewish calendar date for this came today, so I've lit a 24-hour candle in his memory.

Miss you, Dad.