Saturday, January 31, 2004
It's weird when I'm reading old comic books at my parents' house, because occasionally I'll come across an issue where the Thing and the Human Torch have to save the World Trade Centre from Doctor Doom or the Moleman. I find this funny because at the end of the issue everyone cheers as the two of them leap off into the sunset after averting the crisis and I ask "Where the fuck were you hotshots on September 11th?!"
Sometimes I'll hold onto a newspaper for days and read it bit by bit before going to bed each night. Huddled under my blankets and wishing it was just a little warmer outside. It's like the grown up version of a comic book. I'll pour over the same page of sports statistics for days, not gleaning anything new, but just trying to decipher what everything means. How does player A feel about batting after player B in the hitting order? Does hitting .300 mean that you're only doing 30% of your job?
Sometimes I'll go over to the gradhouse on my lunch break, order two samosas and read the papers. I get a little frustrated when the newspaper isn't properly placed on the newspaper sticks and you can't read all of the article. I don't care if it's Russell Smith column where he's trying desperately to sound like he's with it, or a Rebecca Eckler column where she's trying desperately to sound like she's with it, but the 'it's' are very very different. I rearranged the newspaper on the stick so that someone else can read the Belinda Stronach interview in its entirety. Though I'm not sure you'd want to; the woman isn't sure whether Charles Tupper was a hockey player or a prime minister.
Sometimes I'll let out a little yay when I go out to a restaurant or a cafe with someone and they say "I hope you don't mind if I read the paper." Mind?! Hell no in fact I encourage it, load up on the newsprint. It may sound terribly antisocial, but I can't think of a better way to spend time at a meal than two people both reading the newspaper.
Sometimes I'm terribly fickle about the newspaper and the way it looks and yet I still can't clean my room.
Sometimes I'll go over to the gradhouse on my lunch break, order two samosas and read the papers. I get a little frustrated when the newspaper isn't properly placed on the newspaper sticks and you can't read all of the article. I don't care if it's Russell Smith column where he's trying desperately to sound like he's with it, or a Rebecca Eckler column where she's trying desperately to sound like she's with it, but the 'it's' are very very different. I rearranged the newspaper on the stick so that someone else can read the Belinda Stronach interview in its entirety. Though I'm not sure you'd want to; the woman isn't sure whether Charles Tupper was a hockey player or a prime minister.
Sometimes I'll let out a little yay when I go out to a restaurant or a cafe with someone and they say "I hope you don't mind if I read the paper." Mind?! Hell no in fact I encourage it, load up on the newsprint. It may sound terribly antisocial, but I can't think of a better way to spend time at a meal than two people both reading the newspaper.
Sometimes I'm terribly fickle about the newspaper and the way it looks and yet I still can't clean my room.
