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New Years' Misc.
"Sometimes I feel bad about things that happen in the comics industry, and then every year I get to read this survey and its exercise in myopia and self-absorption and suddenly I don’t feel as bad. Thanks, Heidi!"
-Tom Spurgeon, commenting on The Beat's Year-End survey.
Tom's site, The Comics Reporter, has been down a while. I guess it's getting to him. When it's up again, please visit. It's a totally different take on comics, and I like it.
I am the first myopic, self-absorbed respondent at The Beat, so, by all means, go see my myopic, self-absorbed answers.
I want to think Tom didn't mean me, but my answers were pretty self-absorbed. One rarely gets a chance outside one's own blog to take the mike. I could've said, "World peace and a pony," but I wouldn't mean it.
My self-absorption is unremarkable and sincere.
We went to San Antonio's New Year's celebration. We took a pass on walking through crowds of drunks and underdressed women. Instead, we parked about a half-mile away from one of the three event stages and walked. After a huffy few moments convincing King that a park bench was a good watching spot, but not the best watching spot, we got to a stage.
In about twenty minutes, we witnessed the lamest New Year's Countdown Ever. I'm not sure if it's the fault of the taffy-headed woman counting down, or someone who was supposed to keep her on task, but as the elevator neared the top of the Tower of the Americas, she was still shouting into her mike.
"Countdown--"
And the elevator hit the top, and fireworks started.
"uh, ONE!"
That's something you really want to fuck up for a quarter-million people (which is just slightly less than the entire population of San Antonio). It does make a great story, which is why I shared it.
There's lots more simmering, but posting about it will have to wait.
-Tom Spurgeon, commenting on The Beat's Year-End survey.
Tom's site, The Comics Reporter, has been down a while. I guess it's getting to him. When it's up again, please visit. It's a totally different take on comics, and I like it.
I am the first myopic, self-absorbed respondent at The Beat, so, by all means, go see my myopic, self-absorbed answers.
I want to think Tom didn't mean me, but my answers were pretty self-absorbed. One rarely gets a chance outside one's own blog to take the mike. I could've said, "World peace and a pony," but I wouldn't mean it.
My self-absorption is unremarkable and sincere.
We went to San Antonio's New Year's celebration. We took a pass on walking through crowds of drunks and underdressed women. Instead, we parked about a half-mile away from one of the three event stages and walked. After a huffy few moments convincing King that a park bench was a good watching spot, but not the best watching spot, we got to a stage.
In about twenty minutes, we witnessed the lamest New Year's Countdown Ever. I'm not sure if it's the fault of the taffy-headed woman counting down, or someone who was supposed to keep her on task, but as the elevator neared the top of the Tower of the Americas, she was still shouting into her mike.
"Countdown--"
And the elevator hit the top, and fireworks started.
"uh, ONE!"
That's something you really want to fuck up for a quarter-million people (which is just slightly less than the entire population of San Antonio). It does make a great story, which is why I shared it.
There's lots more simmering, but posting about it will have to wait.
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Twas fun to do so, I'll admit.
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Here's hoping the new year is happier for you and yours. So glad to see the end of 2007.