
Or is the fish Christian Bale carrying an arch enemy? Is he going to bring him home to grill him?

Today I bought my thirteenth and fourteenth Mighty Mugg figures. We were at Target and they had the Ghost Rider I've always wanted along with a bitchin' C3PO.
- The Simpsons Movie
Last year when the critics first started talking about No Country for Old Men I remember hearing that a lot of viewers were going to be on the fence about their feelings. The critics didn't give any specifics surrounding why people would feel this way, so I so I forgot about it just as quickly as I heard it.
First up is 3:10 to Yuma, a film I didn't care for the first time they did it back in 1957, but this time, with the likes of Russell Crowe and Christian Bale on board, the sparks fly. I like these two actors a great deal by their lonesome. Together they're magic.
If you're a fan of small budget films that deliver big budget results, The Lookout features a favorite up and coming actor that I'm a fan of, Joseph Gordon-Levitt (I know some of you will never forgive me for suggesting his Brick) but this kid keeps getting better and better with each film he's in.
As I plod along, healing from the big stupid sickness that almost killed me, I'm torn over if I should write or not. I am a writer. It's just about all I know how to do. I think.
I can’t remember the last time I had a comic published. It was either the Valiant/Voyager books or the X-Men series from the mid-90s. By that time in my life I was writing a lot of interactive computer games (where I was earning a bunch of money and getting lots of respect) and I simply didn’t have the time or energy to deal with the prima donna high school interns turned editors who were working on my books and making me jump through hoops I was too big for.
I don’t have a problem with people buying their favorite comic books on eBay. I buy my share of toys and more Mission: Impossible memorabilia than is probably healthy, off the site. But the notion of someone hunting down and paying three or four bucks plus shipping for some of my comics is just plain weird. Contacting me for my home address so they can get them signed is even weirder (or perhaps simply more weird).
I don’t know what to do. Texas is a healthy distance from California. Should I let him send me the books? If I do should I put out an extra plate setting for dinner tomorrow because Good Old Bobby will be here with his sawed-off and suitcase of body parts?
It took three days of serious thinking (not counting toilet breaks) for me to figure out what was wrong with Hot Fuzz.

With any luck we'll only be seeing this suit of armor in a quick origin flashback. I'm still nervous over what the modern suit will look like. I guess I should go worry about something more important. 



