![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Today is my day off and then I go back to work for three days. I suspect I will be a gibbering pile of mush by Wednesday.
Anyway, this week's FOUND SOUND is from the Mickey Mouse club and it's, you know, the Mickey Mouse Club song and then a bunch of other songs that didn't get aired when I saw the show in reruns in the 70s, including the songs for days of the week, because every day is a theme day, if you count 'anything can happen' as a theme.
So put on your mouse ears and get on other there before the mouse finds out we've been in his house!
Meanwhile over at Stupid Comics there's a preview book from a comic book company, previewing their exciting universe of characters that are sure to become superstars.
It is actually a fairly revealing look into the mindset of the comic book reader circa 1993, what he thought people were interested in, what he thought would sell. And how wrong he was.
This is one of those books that has pages and pages of introductory commentary about the whole cosmos they've constructed via complicated backstory, thank-yous to parents, teachers, spiritual advisors, friends, personal heroes, and their ambitious plans for the future that include video games, clothing lines, and toys. Pipe dreams and ambition are fine, but laid out like that on the cold hard page, it becomes self-parody. Part of the problem of writing these things when you're 19, I guess.
Today it's raining, so I guess I won't be doing any bicycling on my day off. Save it for when I'm retired, I guess.
Anyway, this week's FOUND SOUND is from the Mickey Mouse club and it's, you know, the Mickey Mouse Club song and then a bunch of other songs that didn't get aired when I saw the show in reruns in the 70s, including the songs for days of the week, because every day is a theme day, if you count 'anything can happen' as a theme.
So put on your mouse ears and get on other there before the mouse finds out we've been in his house!
Meanwhile over at Stupid Comics there's a preview book from a comic book company, previewing their exciting universe of characters that are sure to become superstars.
It is actually a fairly revealing look into the mindset of the comic book reader circa 1993, what he thought people were interested in, what he thought would sell. And how wrong he was.
This is one of those books that has pages and pages of introductory commentary about the whole cosmos they've constructed via complicated backstory, thank-yous to parents, teachers, spiritual advisors, friends, personal heroes, and their ambitious plans for the future that include video games, clothing lines, and toys. Pipe dreams and ambition are fine, but laid out like that on the cold hard page, it becomes self-parody. Part of the problem of writing these things when you're 19, I guess.
Today it's raining, so I guess I won't be doing any bicycling on my day off. Save it for when I'm retired, I guess.
