post the second...

...two years later.

but until LJ gets its shit together, i guess i'll be over here?

i stayed up way too late watching 'talking with gods' - the grant morrison documentary - last night. it was fascinating. that man has LIVED. i'm so impressed with how he can take perceived kooky ideas (mostly involving magic) and talk about them in very real ways and people just go with it. one, because he is grant fucking morrison, and two, because you can't really argue with someone's personal experience. i guess i'm a little in awe at how open he is about it all. and how it reinforces the notion that if you don't make something a big deal, nobody else will either.

additionally, there is so much going on in that man's brain; it sounds horribly, terrifyingly exhausting. i could see how gerard's might be a slightly watered down version of his, and can easily imagine the common ground they must connect on.

last night i also chuckled at myself when i spotted my twitter bio. i've had it for so long, that i had kind of forgotten it was a line from grant morrison's doom patrol: "sorry about the writing. robot fingers, you know?" i'm inclined to say that only grant morrison could make me fall for a character who is just a brain housed inside a giant, orange, metal body. but then i think about what i've said so often about gerard these last few years - HIS BRAIN, YO. ♥_♥ - and no, it makes perfect sense.

and now is the time on sprockets when we get more coffee. x_o