Today's is a bit of a continuation from yesterday's comic book thing. As previously mentioned, I don't read comic books. I do like the concept of comic books and I've even tried to write one myself. However, my cheapness and lack of knowledge of which comics are worthwhile prevents me from following any particular one. I do like graphic novels, even though that is a total hack move @ this point [again, I'm considering writing one or changing one of my regular book ideas into one with the help of Joseph, but I think that idea is a little overbaked @ this point].
And I know that my friend Lisa will be very disappointed in this thing [however she's in Iceland @ the moment so definitely not reading], but tonight I read my first X-Men comic book. Lisa is a big X-Men fan and knows I think everything about everything in terms of that. I have seen all three of the films [including the third one which was a stinker of epic proportions] and the epically wonderful cartoon X-Men xmas episode...but I'm a big poseur for not going to the original sources until now. Even now, it barely counts as it was just one comic and totally free. It was a story about Pixie, who I didn't even know about...but she is a Welsh teenager with fairy wings. Okay. She was a bit obnoxious, but I tend to like my superheroes to be a little darker than say...Avril Lavigne.
I went to Wales last winter and while I didn't see any pink-haired pixie chicks, I was like...kinda famous. In a little diner I got asked by some teenage girls if I was American. I told them I was because they seemed so in awe of this...reason number 57 why I'm a bad Canadian...
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