Once upon a fabled time...

Tonight's Sunday night TV flick is X-Men 2. As previously chatted about, Hugh Jackman is one of my MILFs. Though most of his movies eliminate his secksay Aussie accent, he's just awesome eye candy. As Wolvie, well now, that's just one fantasy come true.

With X-Men on the telly, it got me thinking to blog about comics again. It's no secret that I'm a comic book/graphic novel fan. Over the recent years, my collection of graphic novels has expanded exponentially (I realized this more so with moving many many boxes of books). Many people dis the DC/Marvel universes as ridiculous reading. I tend to admit that it's partly true. My main reason why I read them is that they are *extremely* light reads. After spending all day reading journal articles, I want something that doesn't require any thinking.

However there are some reads that I highly recommend to anyone. I've already talked about "Y: The Last Man" series. This time around I'll chat about Snow White, Red Riding Hood, the three pigs, and the Big Bad Wolf. No, I'm not talking about Hans Christian Andersen collected work, Aesop's stories or the Brothers Grimm fairy tales, well not exactly. I'm talking about Fables the ongoing comic series by Bill Willingham. This series has to be one of most faves, if not of all time. It takes all that you know (and everything you didn't know) about fairy tales and wraps it up into this brilliantly written story about every known Fable living in modern day New York. The series has now grown into two spin offs (one about Jack of... well, Jack. I never realized that so many fairy tales had Jack as the hero) and an upcoming release series about Cinderella. There's also one novel (yes, an actual BOOK!) regarding the real story of Peter Piper.

Before you yawn and think, "oooh fairy tales - wowie", it's not just fairy tales, it's fairy tales redux. This series goes beyond the Prince Charming (oh he's there, but as the womanizer you always knew yet the original tales sugar coated that drama), the witch with the gingerbread house (she's still wickedly evilish, but honestly just misunderstood), and the wooden boy Pinocchio (who laments about still being a boy - see inset). The material Willingham has to work with seems to be endless - which I'm glad, as I anxiously await the next publication release.

Since we're on the topic of comics, some comic music to accompany. One of my long time faves is the Superman's Song by Crash Test Dummies. This song is a sweet sorrow ballad of probably the most recognized superhero. I'll admit that I'm not a big Superman fan (too much of a good boy scout, I'm more of a "dark knight" lovah), but I do read some storylines of Supes. This song hits it on the nail of the reality of Supes. Bill from the Kill Bill movie also had a good explanation of Mr. Kent. But that's for another day and another blog. Night folks!

A room (or townhouse) with a view...

Before June flies by like May did, I decided to stop staring at unpacked boxes and stare at the blank blogging screen. The move "eated" up the month of May and then some. I'm sitting in my new living still surrounded by boxes still. But in 72h things should be (or at least look) as if I'm settled in. Reason for the rush is that my mother will soon visit, soon followed by my father with soon-to-be wife #4 (or #3 depending on who's counting), then a good friend from my hometown who is leaving on a fabulous 2 year adventure in Lao. I think the move is following the Field of Dreams karma: if you build it, they will come.

My new place has been interesting so far. The windows and backyard overlook a large park/school yard field, in which I am a firm believer that everyone who owns a dog in the neighbourhood uses the grass as nature's lanteen (the dogs not the owners). Other musings have included an interesting stone/drunk/psycho fellow with his holy grail backpack. Needless to say, the blinds went up soon after that display. I also have an overly friendly 4 year old neighbour that insists on helping me with groceries, hockey gear, or simply opening my doors. I'm not sure whether this is a sign of her boredom or more so a sign that I'm aging.


Some personal wishes are coming true with having this new abode. One is having a hammock. I've wanted to own space for a hammock since my elementary years. If you're never had the chance to spend some time in a hammock, I suggest you put that on your "bucket list" pronto. The hammock has been ordered and will arrive next week. Just in time for my mom to marvel it as well.

Another personal wish is having a wood burning fireplace. I so love the smell of wood fire. Though they are a pain to keep clean, I'm looking forward to a cold snowy winter night in front of the crackling wood. Of course having a nice XY to share it would be the next step, but one thing at a time. Maybe the karma includes "if you have a townhouse, he will come".

Hammock for summer, fireplace for winter, I think I'm set for all Canadian seasons.

Music music music... life needs music. I've been listening a lot to Lady Gaga of late, like everyone else it seems. The TV sensation "Glee" devoted a whole episode to Gaga music. Let's "just dance" folks.