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Dec. 29th, 2005 01:40 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
newnumber6This week I got:
Daredevil #80 - (Some good moments but I still think it took a bit too long to get here)
X-Factor #2 (My Pick of the Week, Monet's a lot of fun, some doubts though)
Young Avengers Special #1 (It's cool learning about the origins, but I'm not a fan of artistic jam issues. Still worth it though)
Also picked up Ultimate Spider-Man TPB Vol 14: Warriors.
Somehow I forgot to pick up Exiles #74 though. :(. Oh well, next week I guess for that.
Full reviews for all I got (except the TPB) as usual up at my Comic Reviews site.
Went boxing day shopping, but all I got was the last Dark Tower Book (The Dark Tower). Had a Double Mozza Burger for lunch from A&W.
Some other random stuff behind the cut. None of it's very interesting and some of it's whiny self-pity stuff, so be warned (that's why I'm cutting it).
So yesterday at work, one of the girls working there was out smoking on her break and while I was working asked that old question of how old I was. I told her of course that I was 27, and, once again, I got the expected 'wow'... and 'you do not look it'. Specifically she said I look '_maybe_ 19'. This never fails to amuse me and, to an extent, even make me feel good. It's not so much that I look young that gives me a warm feeling when I hear that... that's certainly not going to do me any good in my life. I think it's more because it means that I was noticed long enough for someone to form an opinion about my age. I always have this view in my mind that I don't typically make much of an impression on people at all. Sometimes I expect that other than people who directly deal with me on a regular basis, I'm practically invisible.
Some days I just feel so disconnected from everybody. Like even when I'm talking to someone it's like I'm doing so out of the bottom of a well, and even online I have even more trouble initiating conversations than I normally do, so I just pull away. I've felt a little like that for a few weeks, but it's become worse these last couple days, even with the little bump that the whole 'how old are you' question gave me.
It's probably just part of my usual post Xmas crash into depression. If so I'll probably be like this a few months. It sucks, but what ya gonna do? Somehow knowing the (general, approximate, probable) cause doesn't help a whole lot.
Random new word: Parallelanoia. The Many-Worlds theory of Quantum Mechanics suggest that for every possible decision point, all outcomes of the decision play out in their own unique worlds, branching off. There's a world where you turned left instead of right, etc. Parallelanoia is the nagging suspicion that you're in the branch that just missed out on something great - that if you happened to walk home way X instead of way Y, you might have bumped into someone and started a relationship that would go on to become your One True Love, or whatever.
Daredevil #80 - (Some good moments but I still think it took a bit too long to get here)
X-Factor #2 (My Pick of the Week, Monet's a lot of fun, some doubts though)
Young Avengers Special #1 (It's cool learning about the origins, but I'm not a fan of artistic jam issues. Still worth it though)
Also picked up Ultimate Spider-Man TPB Vol 14: Warriors.
Somehow I forgot to pick up Exiles #74 though. :(. Oh well, next week I guess for that.
Full reviews for all I got (except the TPB) as usual up at my Comic Reviews site.
Went boxing day shopping, but all I got was the last Dark Tower Book (The Dark Tower). Had a Double Mozza Burger for lunch from A&W.
Some other random stuff behind the cut. None of it's very interesting and some of it's whiny self-pity stuff, so be warned (that's why I'm cutting it).
So yesterday at work, one of the girls working there was out smoking on her break and while I was working asked that old question of how old I was. I told her of course that I was 27, and, once again, I got the expected 'wow'... and 'you do not look it'. Specifically she said I look '_maybe_ 19'. This never fails to amuse me and, to an extent, even make me feel good. It's not so much that I look young that gives me a warm feeling when I hear that... that's certainly not going to do me any good in my life. I think it's more because it means that I was noticed long enough for someone to form an opinion about my age. I always have this view in my mind that I don't typically make much of an impression on people at all. Sometimes I expect that other than people who directly deal with me on a regular basis, I'm practically invisible.
Some days I just feel so disconnected from everybody. Like even when I'm talking to someone it's like I'm doing so out of the bottom of a well, and even online I have even more trouble initiating conversations than I normally do, so I just pull away. I've felt a little like that for a few weeks, but it's become worse these last couple days, even with the little bump that the whole 'how old are you' question gave me.
It's probably just part of my usual post Xmas crash into depression. If so I'll probably be like this a few months. It sucks, but what ya gonna do? Somehow knowing the (general, approximate, probable) cause doesn't help a whole lot.
Random new word: Parallelanoia. The Many-Worlds theory of Quantum Mechanics suggest that for every possible decision point, all outcomes of the decision play out in their own unique worlds, branching off. There's a world where you turned left instead of right, etc. Parallelanoia is the nagging suspicion that you're in the branch that just missed out on something great - that if you happened to walk home way X instead of way Y, you might have bumped into someone and started a relationship that would go on to become your One True Love, or whatever.
