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The thing I love about the holidays is the unwritten rule that you have to reflect on the past year. The things that changed. The things that stayed the same. It’s an excuse to be all reflective and emo and shit. And to abide by this unwritten rule, I came up with a list of all significant and not-so-significant-but-worth-noting events of my 2006. Because lists rule!
Growing up Catholic, I was taught to always say my prayers after waking up, before eating, before doing something that may have major ramifications on my future, and before going to sleep. I was taught that sex should come after marriage and pictures of cleavage are evil. Evil! And of course, I was trained to think that Jesus is the reason for the season. Christmas is all about him. If Jesus and Santa Claus got into a fight, I should root for Jesus because all Santa can give me are broken promises and an image of him kissing all our mothers. Jesus, on the other hand, can save my soul. He can also turn water into wine, make fish and bread appear out of empty baskets, and walk on water. Beat that, fat boy.
For a week that features several Civil War tie-ins, “war” is not very apparent with my comic book geek life this week. Apart from the lovefest inside the comics I read this week (more on that later), I also joined the brand new social networking site for comic book fans. I’m talking about ComicSpace. It’s far from being a clone of Friendster or MySpace. And that’s a compliment.
First of all, congratulations to you for being Time’s Person of the Year!
Now that we’ve gotten that out of the way, we can talk about more important matters. Like, say, my hangover. Man, I just had five bottles of San Mig Strong Ice last night and I was nearly wasted. Several months ago, I can consume four Red Horse Grandes in the course of one night. I guess living in the corporate world made me soft. Less manly. Oh, how I miss those college years. Good times, good times.
Last year, around the holiday season, I was totally on a Neil Gaiman fixation. I was always lurking around Powerbooks in Alabang to look for everything Gaiman. I started with Endless Nights, which is a kickass graphic novel, and then I moved on to his prose. I devoured Good Omens (co-written by Terry Pratchett) and Stardust in a couple of weeks. The fourth Gaiman book I purchased was not really written by him. Book of Dreams is a collection of short stories by 18 (21 if you count the frontispiece, the preface, and the afterword) writers, inspired by Gaiman’s The Sandman graphic novels.
Emorama! TMB Dark Matter
