Cleanup costs for the Avengers
May. 12th, 2012 10:18 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
marinessThis amused me: Cleanup costs for the Avengers (warning, pdf file)/
Years back Marvel Comics had a hilarious little comic called "Damage Control," featuring ordinary humans who had the unhappy job of cleaning up after superheroes and supervillains -- and trying to present them with the bill. I rather hope that Tony Stark's insurance bills will be a subplot in either the next Iron Man or Avengers flick.
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In completely unrelated news, I am feeling considerably more cheerful and relaxed today, either because of some unexpectedly good publishing news (combined with a rejection slip, but you can't have everything, and at least this time the rejection slip was mingled with decent news); finally managing to finish a short story this year (it's more than past time) and get close to finishing a second; adding bits to Sekrit Project; and watching my brother invest in some more plants, to fill the back yard with greenery and give a bit of a green wall between us and the neighbors on one side. Also, coffee with coconut syrup, which is a reason for living.
I'm always amazed at how much better I feel right after depression creeps away; I don't particularly like myself at those periods (and I don't think anyone else likes me either), and end up oversharing in a desperate need for validation, and end up regretting that afterwards, instead of just, well, living. As this morning. The difference is just...I often don't have the words.
Years back Marvel Comics had a hilarious little comic called "Damage Control," featuring ordinary humans who had the unhappy job of cleaning up after superheroes and supervillains -- and trying to present them with the bill. I rather hope that Tony Stark's insurance bills will be a subplot in either the next Iron Man or Avengers flick.
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In completely unrelated news, I am feeling considerably more cheerful and relaxed today, either because of some unexpectedly good publishing news (combined with a rejection slip, but you can't have everything, and at least this time the rejection slip was mingled with decent news); finally managing to finish a short story this year (it's more than past time) and get close to finishing a second; adding bits to Sekrit Project; and watching my brother invest in some more plants, to fill the back yard with greenery and give a bit of a green wall between us and the neighbors on one side. Also, coffee with coconut syrup, which is a reason for living.
I'm always amazed at how much better I feel right after depression creeps away; I don't particularly like myself at those periods (and I don't think anyone else likes me either), and end up oversharing in a desperate need for validation, and end up regretting that afterwards, instead of just, well, living. As this morning. The difference is just...I often don't have the words.