i wish i was any good at art at all so i could make a tribute to stan lee

some pretty cool artists recently did a tribute show to stan lee. i feel pretty great about this. have i said anything about how i think civil war is his retirement project? well i do. the guy is old and has inspired way more people than anyone could hope for with something that used to be and still mostly is considered fluff. anyway, here are what i think are the highlights:
stan lee's superhero band
the hulk drinking tea with a chihuahua
wolverine smoking a stogie
the real 50's-style dr. strange portrait
the spiderman stained glass is pretty incredible, also the series of panels where everyone is spiderman, including the dog
the magneto portrait, obviously

in celebrity news, brad renfro is dead. i think i wrote him a fan letter once in about fourth grade. i know i had a crush on him. i feel pretty bad about how badly his life went downhill, because we are the same age and i am broke but happy and doing pretty well, which includes not abusing substances. well, coffee. does green tea count? no, i don't think so.

carleton: how many blogs a day do you read, dude?! i read, like, yours, mine, and two others, maybe. oh, also, perez hilton, obviously. well, i guess there's also slate, the drudge report, and several actually respectable political news sites (thanks ivers), as well as keeping up with portland news via the mercury and the willy week. do those count as blogs? is the internet a substance capable of being abused? i don't really watch tv, but i guess if i tallied up the hours i spend on the internet every day i would probably be pretty shocked and disappointed with myself, now that i think about it. well, my resolutions are already made for this year, so that will have to wait.

yesterday was my first day of class. i am PUMPED about irish gothic. i was pretty worried that the professor was going to compensate for it being an undergraduate class by making me do a TON of extra work to get grad credit, but it's really not that bad at all and i am poised to completely nerd out on the material. the other class i had yesterday was not at all as boring, dry and grammar-centric as i thought it was going to be. i'm pretty jacked about it. we watched a segment of "ugly betty" and discussed depictions of teaching writing in pop culture and conceptions of "good v. bad" writing in order to later set them aside. also, we get to make nametags and write a "personal narrative." also the professor is pregnant, which i'm really happy about for some reason. i have a tendency to get sentimentally attached to younger female teachers. well, i guess it's really only happened once. she was also pregnant. it's not weird though, everyone was really attached to her. she was a great teacher. in conclusion, i am pumped about school.

except for one thing. this other class i had last night, pedagogy, is the class you take when you get a second year teaching fellowship. i really wanted it, and i'm glad and grateful that i got it. it's not up to me to judge my classmates, but it seems to me that there are a lot of other students who really deserved it and didn't get it, and it feels wrong to be in that class without them. i'm worried that it will divide our class, and this concern has helped me realize that i'm actually pretty invested in some sort of class unity and the friendships i've made here.

on a brighter note, my cat is now giving me the time of day again. when i first got back he wanted nothing to do with me and slept in my roommate's bed, but now it seems that's all in the past and i'm again his first choice at six in the morning when he wants to be fed. it actually really hurt my feelings when he gave me the cold shoulder, and i'm really happy about our rediscovered closeness. my roommate says he's really high maintenance, but i never really noticed because i think i am also high maintenance in that i need to pet him just as much as he needs to be petted. i think that's probably enough getting emo about my cat, school, and everything in general. i'm going to go decorate my nametag and listen to some guitar wolf.