May 11th, 2007

donuts?

yes, man poet too. (plus: lamb!)

Sorry to go quiet on everybody -- yours truly is running around preparing for the Great Spring Road Trip, 2007. This basically involves me driving up to see mom, which will be nice. So I'm trying to get things into order for that trip and for around here in general. As you can imagine, it's a little bit hectic. Today was a good day -- missions were fulfilled. I'll be stopping off to visit some dear friends on the way, three of whom are young girls. So I will be giving the joy of books! Many of them comics. I got Don Rosa's wonderful THE LIFE AND TIMES OF SCROOGE MCDUCK, a couple of TINTIN collections, and will probably pass along the one-volume collection of Jeff Smith's BONE, too. Also a few novels for the oldest -- she's eleven now, and that's plenty old enough to read some good adventure novels, like TARZAN OF THE APES and THE PRISONER OF ZENDA.

So there was book shopping (and rummaging), and that was good. And then I felt the need for lunch, and I happened to be right near Dino's, a local European store. I asked about a sausage sammich, but the previous customer told me that I HAD to try the lamb. The proprietor carved me off a couple small pieces, and HOLY MUTTON, BATMAN. It was warm and succulent and fell to shreds on my tongue, and there was some kind of a crust to it that was salty and delicious. He gave me the lamb's right shoulder on a ginormous roll. It came to about a pound, and yeah, that included the scapula, but the meat came right off the bone. I put a little mixed greens on it when I came home, and sat out on the porch reading and eating muttony goodness. The rest is in the fridge for dinner right now, and my belly is a very happy place.

And as if all that weren't enough, I was going through my files and found a newspaper clipping I thought I'd lost years ago: the best personal ad I've ever seen. It ran in the Washington, DC City Paper in probably 1998 or 1999, and when I saw it I tore it out and kept it on my office bulletin board thereafter. I have a scanner now, so I scanned the thing immediately. And now I can share it with you!

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unfair to batgirl

MJ, did you throw out your back?

So, via ficbyzee I found this, which is simply awful. The basic concept isn't completely horrible in and of itself; it could have been kind of a cute domestic visual, like those great Ditko/Romita panels of Peter sewing up holes in his Spidey suit (and hey, that would be an *adorable* statue -- they always drew Peter looking terribly determined but frustrated, and it'd be a hoot in three dimensions if the sculptor could get the facial expression right). But the folks at Sideshow elected to sex it up; MJ is bent over, barefoot, with strategically ripped jeans, arching her back (ow ow ow), and wearing a tight shirt showing nineteen kinds of cleavage. Also, her thong is on display, and her abdomen is horribly narrow compared to the rest of her, to the point that you wonder what happened to her liver.

The text in the catalog is actually the capper: the consummate "girl next door," Mary Jane discovers that her superhero husband has slipped some of his laundry into the mix, but she's not looking too displeased about Peter's naughty little transgression. ...um, yeah.

(Also: MJ? Not the girl next door. I know in the movies she is, but in the comics, she's not, and one of the things that makes her so interesting to Peter in their early days is that she moves in completely different circles than he does.)

Who the heck buys these things? It ain't me.