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May. 26th, 2004 10:30 pmWell, lots of work and my role-playing group wasn't there. I stay up a little late reading funny, funny posts. Like this.
"But every morning as I'm dressing for work I look over at my glass showcase filled with DC Direct action figures of the JLA and JSA, Babylon 5 characters, Ray Harryhausen replicas. Then I look over at the shelves of over fifty long-boxes, filled with my 15,000+ comics collection, the result of thiry years collecting. Then I look over at my floor-to-ceiling custom built bookcase filled with TPB collections, masterworks/archives graphic novels, hardcovers and paperbacks by Stephen King, Harry Turtledove, and a host of others, countless history books on the American Civil War and Roman Empire. Finally I consider the matted John Bryne FF first 100 characters poster, the alex Ross Avengers 4 replica, and a few other posters on my walls...and I think: "Yeah, ain't no woman out there will EVER understand all this."
I read this, and I realize something. Every morning as I'm dressing for work, I look over my cabinets and closet full of science fiction and fantasy books, my DVDs of Heavenly Creatures, Beavis and Butthead and Edward Scissorhands, my small pile of role-playing books, my disgusting amount of alternative CDs and tapes, my flyers from science fiction conventions, my folders full of technical and linguistic articles for some odd project, and various political, philosophical and religious books (and I like atheists, especially those who can spell the word). I consider my Pinky and the Brain plastic toy, my knight candle holder, my notebooks full of stories, poems and ideas for stories jotted down and a couple of maps (there is this great map of 'the Holy Land today,' but no room). . .and I think "Bitch, please. Women are not all fluff-heads. Oh, right, you whine about women being shallow, but bypass my fat, awkward, shy self. And the horse you rode on."
(I'm not a big superhero comics fan, though hey, I kinda like the many versions of X-Men)
From http://www.livejournal.com/users/msmarvel1/45433.html
"But every morning as I'm dressing for work I look over at my glass showcase filled with DC Direct action figures of the JLA and JSA, Babylon 5 characters, Ray Harryhausen replicas. Then I look over at the shelves of over fifty long-boxes, filled with my 15,000+ comics collection, the result of thiry years collecting. Then I look over at my floor-to-ceiling custom built bookcase filled with TPB collections, masterworks/archives graphic novels, hardcovers and paperbacks by Stephen King, Harry Turtledove, and a host of others, countless history books on the American Civil War and Roman Empire. Finally I consider the matted John Bryne FF first 100 characters poster, the alex Ross Avengers 4 replica, and a few other posters on my walls...and I think: "Yeah, ain't no woman out there will EVER understand all this."
I read this, and I realize something. Every morning as I'm dressing for work, I look over my cabinets and closet full of science fiction and fantasy books, my DVDs of Heavenly Creatures, Beavis and Butthead and Edward Scissorhands, my small pile of role-playing books, my disgusting amount of alternative CDs and tapes, my flyers from science fiction conventions, my folders full of technical and linguistic articles for some odd project, and various political, philosophical and religious books (and I like atheists, especially those who can spell the word). I consider my Pinky and the Brain plastic toy, my knight candle holder, my notebooks full of stories, poems and ideas for stories jotted down and a couple of maps (there is this great map of 'the Holy Land today,' but no room). . .and I think "Bitch, please. Women are not all fluff-heads. Oh, right, you whine about women being shallow, but bypass my fat, awkward, shy self. And the horse you rode on."
(I'm not a big superhero comics fan, though hey, I kinda like the many versions of X-Men)
From http://www.livejournal.com/users/msmarvel1/45433.html