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Taking yesterday and today off may have been the worst mistakes I've made in a long time. Apparently Elvis Costello was in the store both Monday and today, multiple times, buying shit and being generally nice to everyone. FUCK. I wear red shoes because of that man. I picked my glasses out because of him. I wear my hats tilted back thanks to him. I do that little crackle thing in my voice when I sing because of him. He's helped shape a large part of my personality since the age of 14. While I've had the chance to mingle with some pretty amazing people at work and outside of it recently, missing Costello fills me with a sense of regret and anger which will linger for days to come. Word is the folks at work had him do something for me yesterday, so I guess we'll see what that is when I go in tomorrow. I should have just stopped in and hung around the store all day today in the hopes I'd catch him. Next time, Gadget!
I bought his new album this afternoon, and it's been keeping my spirits up. That counts for something, I suppose. I've also been enjoying the hell out of Brian K. Vaughan and Pia Guerra's Y: The Last Man. If you're looking for a great read, and one which will provide you with thought provoking humor and horror, your quest stops here. In the series, on July 17, 2002, something (speculated to be a plague) simultaneously kills every mammal possessing a Y chromosome - including embryos, fertilized eggs, and even sperm. The only exceptions are Yorick Brown, a young amateur escape artist, and his Capuchin monkey Ampersand.
Society is plunged into chaos as infrastructures collapse and the surviving women everywhere try to cope with the loss of the men, their survivors' guilt, and the knowledge that humanity is doomed to extinction. Vaughan meticulously crafts the new society that emerges out of this chaos, from the conversion of the phallic Washington Monument into a monument to the dead men, to the genesis of the fanatical ultra-feminist Daughters of the Amazon, who believe that Mother Earth cleansed itself of the "aberration" of the Y chromosome, to male impersonators becoming valued romantically and professionally.
Over the course of their journey, Yorick and his friends discover how society has coped in the aftermath of the plague. However, many of the women they encounter have ulterior motives in regard to Yorick. Though the subject matter of the series is entirely serious, Y: The Last Man is also noted for its humor. Yorick in particular is a source of one-liners, although the other characters have their moments as well. To give you an idea of how engrossing this series is, I credit it with snapping me out of my self-destructive spiral (on account of me wanting to go home and read the next chapter instead of boozing), and after I bought vol. 1, I read it in one sitting, ordered vols. 3-9 from Amazon, then bought vol. 2 at a local comic shop to tide me over while I waited for the other books to arrive. If you're a fan of LOST, I suggest giving this series a spin. If you don't like it, well I'll take your unwanted copy of vol. 1 and pass it along to someone else for you. I might even buy it from you. The last time I made this sort of a guarantee was with Firefly, and how many of you got hooked on that? Out of the twenty or so that took me up on my offer, I wound up only buying one unwanted copy off a friend - so my track record's pretty solid.
In other news, I finally found a house to move into. I've never really felt at home in my current location. I think it's because it's someone else's basement. I'm tired of living in other people's spaces. I feel like I'm on a permeant sleep over. Plus the joint has never smelled quite right. So me and a chap from work are going to move into this house, about four blocks from the store.
It's three levels, with a basement (which smells drier than the hole I'm living in now), a main level with a sunroom/bedroom/bathroom/living room and hardwood floors, and an upper level which will be mine. There's a garage, a sexy porch, and plenty of room for all my stuff. No more storage shed in Topeka. I have great plans for decorating the joint (I want a 50s advertising themed-kitchen, a 50s sci-fi bathroom, etc), and the dude I'll be sharing the place with is a hip, funny fellow. We get along famously. The best part of all: Rent's cheaper than my current location. If there's a catch, I've yet to find it.
MUTO a wall-painted animation by BLU from blu on Vimeo.
That just might be the coolest thing I've seen in a long time.
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