Because She is a big fan of Kitty Pryde, we are going to see the Watchmen a second time.

Seriously. We went to our Local Friendly Comic store, and the owner was bagging up some comics she’d just purchased. Yes. Our LFCB store is owned by a woman. The comics included the first appearances of Kitty Pryde. We purchased high quality issues of X-Men #129 and #143 (143 is the first issue she read). The bill came to over one hundred dollars.

As we made the purchase, the conversation drifted to the movie, and she gave us tickets.

However, I had to rush home and take care of my new baby. I gots me a netbook. It needed software and updating. She took care of most of the heavy lifting. Tonight we see it in IMAX. Watchmen, not my netbook.

I’ve had Beatles tunes running through my head the last few days. Or I should say songs written by the Beatles. Sadly the performances are from a film.

Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band is not a good film. It’s a bad film. It’s a very bad film. It’s a very, very bad film. I don’t blame the Bee Gees. They do some good singing. I don’t blame any of the actors. They may not turn out good performances, but top quality acting could not have saved this film.

I’ve been told that this film killed disco. I can see why. It was an expensive movie for the time, so I’m surprised it didn’t kill Hollywood. It is the epitome of the Hollywood system gone wrong. “The kids like these Beatle fellows, and they like those new Bee Gee kids. Make a film like that! Oh yeah, and add George Burns for the parents.”

George Burns turns in the best acting job in the film. His little soft-shoe in the town square shows that he has a better sense of rhythm than most other people in the film.

There a many good musicians and some of the covers are pretty good. As long as you aren’t watching the screen or paying attention to how horribly they shoe-horned the song in as a plot element.

It’s all stuck in my head now.

In can hold the horror of Sgt. Peppers at bay with another horror.

“Time’s up, time’s here, for the Watchmen — watch out!”

There is no comic today (5/13/09). You can see that. Work (which is usually awesome), has leaving me wiped out. We are suffering from “product launch” and there are simply too many things to do. I’ve come home and not had the energy to work on comics. My creative juices have been depleted. Thusly, my buffer has been depleted. However, I hope that I can scrape together enough entertainment to post. I am a monkey who is hauled out to dance for you.

I don’t mean that in a derogatory sense for either of us. I make a funny strip. If I didn’t want to entertain you, I really shouldn’t have put this website up. Really.

For your part, if you aren’t entertained (in some fashion), why are you coming to the site? This a mutual experience. If watching this monkey dance, I am happy to dance for you. Which is why I’m a little sad that I don’t have a comic today.

However the project that has soaked up so much of my energy has ended (mostly). I am starting to recharge my batteries.

On Monday, I saw a film that is a reboot of a television franchise that was created in the 1960s. If you need any more clues about the film, I will say that the characters are “culturally iconic”, and that the film caused me to pee my pants with its awesomeness.

On Tuesday, we had our traditional date night. That is to say, we hauled out a boardgame and had at each other. As is typical with date night, we played Memoir ‘44. As mentioned in previous posts, She often does better than I do. We’re playing a “Grand Campaign” (a series of linked scenarios where the outcome of one game has an impact on the set-up of the next).

After a series of defeats, I lead my Canadian troops into the town of Falaise and an overall win of the Grand Campaign.

OK. Not a big win. In fact, the Grand Campaign was decided by the tie-breaker (33 to 30).

I’m going to spend one more night playing hookey from comics to go our monthly classic book group. Tonight we explore Ringworld. I was going to try and construct a literally/literaturely pun, but the art of words isn’t coming to me today.