I cannot ever resist the urge to make a Highlander joke when referring to Scott McCloud. So I went to see Ghostrider again last night¹ down at the Sixteenth Street Mall near LoDo. This is a bad thing where my cash is concerned, because the theatre is next door to a Barnes and Noble. A bit more expensive than Amazon, but for some reason I just love going to bookstores. $77 later, I have volume 2 of Trigun, volume 3 of Trigun Maximum², Neverwhere by Neil Gaiman, volume 2 of Orphen (sensing a pattern here) and Making Comics by Scott McCloud. But no Westword, every goddamn box I hit was out. The drunk guys on the light rail had one, but not me.³ Anyhow, I checked out the first couple of pages of Making Comics and it looks pretty good so far. McCloud’s drawing himself older in this one, it’s a nice touch. But I’m pretty pleased so far, it seems to be informative and worth the money, in the vein of Understanding Comics, thank god. Scott, if you somehow find this, you can have my copy of Reinventing Comics. Take it. But I want my fucking $22 back, you bastard.

I’m gonna try and get some shit drawn later on, but right now, breakfast.

Also, I already finished volume 2 of Trigun, and it’s very, very nice. But don’t tell my pill failure⁴ sister that I have it or I’ll never get it back.

¹ Still not bad, but it loses something with repeated viewings
² Last time I went buying, they didn’t have volume two, but they did have the first two volumes of the sequel.
³ They were calling the sex lines advertised on the back page. I’ve never been that drunk myself, but I was very jealous.
⁴ Honest to god, my mom forgot her pill. I forget what failed for them to have me, but I bet something ruptured along the way.