I’m Chuck Bass
I’m not really, but that little gem from tonight’s Gossip Girl (yes, we watch it, and by we I mean Kenzie watches it and I sit there and pretend that I’m not interested, but it’s compelling in a trashy teen soap way) made me smile and appreciate the show that much more. Even if the guy who plays Chuck is secretly British and using that sick voodoo to have an “American accent.”
It’s in quotes because there isn’t an “American accent,” it’s just talking normally. *They* have accents, we don’t. If they can talk normally, why don’t they? We can sound like them because you can put on an accent. If you can take it off, you don’t have an accent. It’s like taking off your nose.
Seriously, British people sounding American is creepy.
Anyway, normalcy has returned. Events went okay, Guitar Hero very so-so, and Free Comic Book Day super-fucking-awesome. The Star Wars 501st people were a big hit, and yes, we took pictures.
Left to Right: Travis, Me, Tony & Steve.
So yeah, that was a good time.
Iron Man is also super-fucking-awesome. Probably the best comic-book movie ever made. It’s not definite, but it’s gonna be up there and in the conversation for a long time. Very few things, if any, wrong with it. Even Kenzie liked the shit out of it. And Sam Jackson as Nick Fury? Talking about SHIELD and the Avengers? Holy crap. If they manage to make halfway decent Hulk, Ant-Man, Thor and Captain America movies…and all those actors are in the Avengers movie? BOW YOUR HEAD IN SHAME DC!
Speed Racer is also very acceptable, even though it’s more just goofy for kids fun, with ridiculous effects and corniness, but crazy visuals and all that. Of course, it’s bombing apparently, because it cost shit-tons to make and the core market is people my age and older who remember a cartoon.
Things have been a little creatively stalled, but I’m refocusing on helping Lee with layouts for the first few issues of Gifted, rather than try to force myself more into the final issue. It’s going to be a toughie, I think, so I still need time to digest it.
Grand Theft Auto IV hasn’t helped in that regard either. Dammit. I did, however, manage to do both tonight, and in a way that didn’t make me feel like I was neglecting the comic work. Still in “any day now” mode with the agent. He has all my eggs. I miss my eggs.
Here’s hoping he does something super-fucking-awesome with them.
