Tuesday 1 June 1999
Pic of the day: This is it, people. (Except for the white spot
which is an artifact of the lighting.) Look, if you decide to
read one and only one comic book, this is the one. At least if
you're a man, woman or girl. Me, I usually stick with superhero
comics (I like to be able to identify with the characters, you
know) but this is GOOD!
I mean, really, it feels good. Oh, yes, yes... so good ...
Anyway, the actual comic is in black and white, but it's meant
to be that way, it's not just cheap. The subtle expressions in
people's faces and body language. (Not to mention when the picture
on the front of a T-shirt changes at least twice during one
And the storytelling. Storytelling isn't usually the main thing
in a comic book now a days. But this one really has me rooting
for the next issue, even though it does not end in the middle of
a battle with the fate of the universe hanging in the balance.
Except possibly the fate of the main characters' personal
Well, perhaps it's just me and my unique body chemistry. But at
least you could probably make a visit to
Strangers In Paradise
- it can't be much worse than this fawning praise from a less than
Apart from that, your average day. Looking in shop windows, working,
looking in shop windows, eating lunch, working, looking in shop windows,
timidly asking for prices on portable PC's. That kind of things.
Can you imagine the cheapest portable in the cheap shop costed around
$2000? (I've stopped quoting prices in Euro because, a: it's about
the same as dollar, b: when this page hits the Diary Farm archive,
the Euro will probably have slid even further down its slippery slope.)
Anyway, it's been a sunny, wonderful day. I even got a couple of
e-mails. From friends. Not many thing could be better than that.
Yay! I love friends, though I don't make friends easily. Or
perhaps because of that. I love life too, though it did not come
easy either. I still have the occasional "flashback" to the dark
years. But mostly, it's all gravy. Like a paradise.
Blasts from my past:
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