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Tiring day.
Jun. 9th, 2011 10:08 pmDid a lot of cleaning today, and then some job orientation, so I am feeling relatively tired. Writing is happening more often, but spread out between projects, and something of a struggle still. As is blogging. Sometimes I think I have a singing-on instinct for what to post, or how to post a mundane subject in an interesting way... and sometimes it just feels like making a trivial report of boring minutiae.
Recreationally speaking, I've spent the last couple days reading old Marvel Star Wars comics from the 80s. As I said to a friend, "You know, knowing how bad they are in no way prepared me for how good they are." The stories, while often cheesy or unlikely, with characters that are too comedically exaggerated to be plausible, and with poor or risible art... still sometimes manage to catch a grace note, some vein of true drama that makes the spine chill and the heart thrill. Ambassadors visiting an underwater civilization are caught in a glass dome during a tidal wave. A McGuffin item used as a running gag turns out to be the key to the survival or destruction of a species. Despite the incoherence or over-simplicity of some of the longer arcs, the single-issue stories are dynamite, as often as not.
And then... in the issue "Nagais and Dolls" (ouch), I was reading a shallow, amusing dance scene(I'm a sucker for the social tension of dances), giggling and minding my own business, when out of nowhere, the Third Doctor literally waltzes across the page. He appears up-close in only two frames, but lurks in the background of the entire scene, and it is undeniably a deliberate cameo. It was the final epic flourish in an issue of monumental silliness, and pure genius.
I love Star Wars, in all its multifarious forms and manifestations.
Well. Most of them, anyway.
Recreationally speaking, I've spent the last couple days reading old Marvel Star Wars comics from the 80s. As I said to a friend, "You know, knowing how bad they are in no way prepared me for how good they are." The stories, while often cheesy or unlikely, with characters that are too comedically exaggerated to be plausible, and with poor or risible art... still sometimes manage to catch a grace note, some vein of true drama that makes the spine chill and the heart thrill. Ambassadors visiting an underwater civilization are caught in a glass dome during a tidal wave. A McGuffin item used as a running gag turns out to be the key to the survival or destruction of a species. Despite the incoherence or over-simplicity of some of the longer arcs, the single-issue stories are dynamite, as often as not.
And then... in the issue "Nagais and Dolls" (ouch), I was reading a shallow, amusing dance scene(I'm a sucker for the social tension of dances), giggling and minding my own business, when out of nowhere, the Third Doctor literally waltzes across the page. He appears up-close in only two frames, but lurks in the background of the entire scene, and it is undeniably a deliberate cameo. It was the final epic flourish in an issue of monumental silliness, and pure genius.
I love Star Wars, in all its multifarious forms and manifestations.
Well. Most of them, anyway.
