13 December 1997: Blank

Saturday, 13 December 1997:

Blank

Not a whole lot happened today, either. I went downtown to do some more Xmas shopping, as well as to buy some stuff for myself (Magic card singles, and some art supplies, on the off chance I decide to pick up drawing again). I also vacuumed, and kicked around a bunch on the Internet. Then I went down to the coffee shop to read - only about 120 pages left in The Uplift War. I'm reading about as rapidly as I ever have, these days.

In contrast to last weekend, when I was morose and depressed, today I just felt blank, a pronounced lack-of-feeling, such that I didn't really realize it until this evening. I just didn't feel like doing a whole lot, but I wasn't sitting around doing nothing, either. I'm not sure what this means.

It might mean that I'm still ill; I slept a bunch last night, but tonight I feel rather warm, and I've actually opened the windows to cool it off in here. I've also been short of temper with my cats.

One thing I picked up while shopping yesterday was the Marvel Comics graphic novel Weapon X. This is a story of Wolverine's early days; he's picked up and experimented on by a set of scientists, who graft a skeleton made of adamantium (a completely indestructible metal) onto his natural skeleton. The story is mostly told from the scientists' point of view, and they view our hero as nothing more than an animal - which he nearly is, after the painful grafting process and the experiments they put him through. Told expertly by veteran artist Barry Windsor-Smith, it's mostly played as a horror story. Pretty powerful stuff, and only nominally connected to the world of super-heroes.

Sorry this is so dull; I am bereft of inspiration.

Michael Rawdon (Contact)