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Nooz:

1. Last week I worked lots and lots and lots and babysat kitties and worked more. o.O
2. Then on Saturday I went to a Voltaire concert and it was awesome. (Except for "All Women are Crazy." Man, that song is awful. If I wanted to listen to stuff that boring I would refrain from fast-forwarding through the Miller Lite commercials during Sons of Anarchy. I am surprised and disappointed that it was written and recorded, let alone chosen from his rather large repertoire to be played during a one-hour show. ...I cannot get over how bad this song is.) The Twilight version of "Vampire Club" is nearly as funny as the original, although I do not know all the words to the new version. I bought the new album, "Riding a Black Unicorn Down the Side of an Erupting Volcano while Drinking from a Chalice Filled with the Laughter of Small Children," and got it signed (squee!). I wore my Kate Beaton t-shirt--the one I was too dumb to remember to wear when I actually met Kate Beaton--instead of dressing up like a proper Goth, because I was too exhausted to expend effort on my outfit, and I felt terribly underdressed until Voltaire complimented my tshirt when I met him, and then I felt better about it. Next Gothy event I go to, I will actually dress up, though. And next Voltaire show, I will make sure I actually learn all the words from the albums he has released since I graduated high school in 2006, which is kind of when I stopped paying as close attention to anything that's not metal. My ability to keep up on the music I like is embarrassingly tied to how many people in my immediate vicinity have the same tastes and will keep me updated for me. Also: many big Gothy thanks to Simon for paying for my ticket.
3. Then this week I also worked lots and lots and am exhausted. I spent today working, and today is my birthday. I am fun and exciting like that.
4. But tomorrow I will go see The Twilight Saga: Breaking Dawn: Part 1: Attack of the Mutant Sparkle Fetus, and I will laugh until I rupture some sort of internal organ. I think. I hope.

I have to go lie on the couch and go "blarghhhhhhhhhh" for a while now. And read. I got the new Tamora Pierce book on Monday and have not really had time to read it, and I need to finish it so I can also read all the other books I have acquired recently.

My mother asked me if I was going to try and get any writing done this weekend, and my intentions were like "Yes!" and my brain was like "HAHA ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME" so... maybe over Thanksgiving break?

Super short post for a super short read

While decompressing my brain from many hours of work, I reread the first volume of Neil Gaiman's The Sandman series, called Preludes & Nocturnes.

I had forgotten quite how weird it was, or how pretty. Or how much you really can't actually seem to figure out what the hell Morpheus even looks like at all, or you can't if you're me, anyway. I have some trouble reading sketchier-looking comics in that in my head I kind of solidify them into something more concrete-looking when I do that "movie in my head" imagining-what-is-actually-going-on-in-the-story bit. My inner head movie cannot figure out what Morpheus looks like, even though I am looking at pictures of him all the damn time.

Yeah, there's a reason I don't read more graphic novels: I kind of suck at it.

Anyway, the main plot of this installment is essentially thus: Some douchebag tries to summon Death and imprison her, but accidentally summons Death's younger brother Dream instead. Dream is imprisoned in a glass box for fifty years, during which many people have weird sleep- and dream-related illnesses. Dream eventually gets out and is all hell-bent on gettin' some revenge, and also gettin' his stuff back. Revenge is gotten. Dream's stuff consists of his pouch of sand, his helmet that looks like a gas mask for an anteater, and his ruby that has part of his soul or life-force or power or something in it (I think it is basically a Horcrux). In traditional quest fashion, getting the first object back is easy, the second one slightly more challenging, and the third one gets ugly and provides the main rising action and climax of the story. In this case, the ruby has been taken and partly changed by a mad scientist dude who has escaped from the asylum and is using the Horcrux ruby to wreak havoc on people's imaginations and drive them to doing utterly mad things like stabbing their eyes out. He intends to take over and destroy the world (muahahahaha). Dream has to defeat this dude and get his ruby back, although this crazy dude is using the warped ruby against him. After the big dramatic climax with the interesting plot twist I will not tell you about, Dream is all emo and feeling purposeless now that his big revenge-filled quest is over, and Death shows up looking adorably like Siouxie Sioux and babbling about Mary Poppins, and she puts that big emo loser in his place.

Neil Gaiman's perkygoth Death is one of the bestest characters in the entire history of Gothic literature. I dressed up as her for a Masquerade Ball once. It was awesome.

Anyway: Yay, Death! Yay, Dream! Yay, Neil Gaiman!