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December 2009


Is this what it felt like at the end of the ’80s? Some combination of “thank the gods that’s over” mixed with “what the hell can they possibly throw at us next?” I suspect it was. I was in high school at the time, so yes, it was like that, but it didn’t necessarily owe anything to the decade in general.

I am going to be mighty glad to see the back of the Aughts. In ’99 I remember loving the gigglingly prophecied nickname of “the naughty aughties.” Turned out there was plenty of naughtiness but none of it was fun.

I turned 35 this year and on Saturday, at our big family Christmas-ish dinner, my sister admitted that she had been a little freaked out by the thought of her little brother being 35. Then it came up in conversation that the youngest member of the generation after us is about to start driver’s education and my sister turned to me with wide, frightened eyes. “Nevermind about you turning 35 anymore,” she said to me. “I have something new to be freaked out about.”

Completely as an aside, I confess that one of the things that most bothers me about the Detroit would-be bomber is that it pisses me off to think what new indignity I’ll have to endure when I fly in a couple of weeks. What a load of shit. I’m starting to wish I’d opted for the 16-hour train ride after all.

Friday night I went out to grab a bite to eat with KJ, Steve and LeAnn. There is a new Japanese fast-food place around the corner from LeAnn that turned out to have very tasty teriyaki beef. The place kind of looks like an Arby’s on the inside, which is a little weird, but the food was good and the company excellent.

While there, though, I noticed an amusing set of matched misspellings in the cups/plasticware/chop stick/straws section:

Soda Lips? Water Lips? SEGA?!

Some recent posts by me at Pink Kryptonite, where I post as Klarion:

Reviews in Descending Chronological Order:
Stumptown #1
Models, Inc. (#1 through #4)
Detective Comics #858 & #859
X-Factor #50
X-Factor #49

Gift Suggestions, Likewise:
The Authority: Relentless
Brooklyn Superhero Supply Co.
Incognito

My favorite thing about the term “stocking stuffer,” which is how I categorize my gift suggestions on the site, is that in the context of gender-play and queerness it can be interpreted as vaguely but inspecifically dirty, inspiring the imagination.