I never managed to put on any pants this weekend. No one called me back about doing fun things, but I didn't feel too hot, anyhow. I damn near passed out while showering Saturday because I hardly ate anything Friday. Stupid hunger.
Spent most of the weekend reading reprints of Steve Gerber's "Howard the Duck" comics from the 1970s. I'll be damned if that shit's still not funny and relevent. A fucking duck. He's still more human than most people I've met. If you've got 15 bucks to blow, go buy The Essential Howard the Duck.
(I'm not mentioning the movie, so shut up.)
Reclusiveness isn't all that bad, really.
Spent most of the weekend reading reprints of Steve Gerber's "Howard the Duck" comics from the 1970s. I'll be damned if that shit's still not funny and relevent. A fucking duck. He's still more human than most people I've met. If you've got 15 bucks to blow, go buy The Essential Howard the Duck.
(I'm not mentioning the movie, so shut up.)
Reclusiveness isn't all that bad, really.
h3athrow:
Have you checked the new Howard comics? I dunno whether they're worth catching up with.