I kind of wish my name was Buddy. Then, whenever anyone addressed me, they’d be saying something really friendly like “Hey, Buddy.”

Started reading comics again this weekend, beginning Mike Carey’s Lucifer. I’m not yet through the first trade paperback (I have the first ten on my shelf), and I’m underwhelmed. It’s a little too intentionally oblique and arcane for me… Lucifer seems to just be able to do whatever he wants when he wants to. Which is cool, y’know, since he’s supernatural, but not too exciting for the reader. The joy of Superman or Batman is that the readers know their limits and can then enjoy how they persevere or get creative in tough situations. Lucifer doesn’t seem to have limits at the outset… so, it’s kind of blah thus far.

All my peeps are up at residency. How lucky for them. Still, being graduated has its benefits; for example, when I came home from work, I played Xbox for an hour and a half. This was not possible during grad school. I like to think that each head that I shoot is a poem I could have written. Take that!