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Mason and I discovered a new favorite hiking spot last Saturday: Bass Lake. Bass Lake is part of the Minnesota Valley Wildlife Preserve, and it actually right around the corner from the Mall of America. It’s not very large. An intrepid explorer could easily see the entire trail in under an hour, but Mason is a wanderer and a lingerer, so it’s actually quite perfect for us. We also happened to go on a day when the Fish and Wildlife folks were setting up stations for a fishing camp for kids, and we got to help one woman set up her station by using a net to see what we could get out of the pond. Mason netted baby fish (fry), a tadpole, lots and lots of bugs, duckweed, and other things quite fascinating to a six year old.

We also tried to spend Mason’s three dollar coupons at HalfPrice Books, but Mason was the king of indecision that day. We’d earlier gone to the library, where he read the back copy of all the Goosebumps books that they had there, but then claimed to not be interested in them and put them back on the shelf. While I was waiting for him at the library, I picked up and started to read a manga they had there: HIRARA NO GO #6 (Yumi Hotta / Takeshi Obata). Of course, coming in on the sixth issue, I didn’t really know what it was about except that there was a major “go” (strategy game involving black and white stones) competition, a ghost (?), and a rivalry between two boys (one professional level, the other just starting a special “go” school). I found it engaging enough that I may check out the next one in the series, if they have it. Alas, they seemed to have a spotty collection.

At HalfPrice Books, Mason dithered over their Goosebumps, while I scoured the shelves for more JMS. As it happened, one of the employees had hauled out a huge box of graphic novels and was rearranging the graphic novel section. She kindly let me look over her shoulder at the Marvel titles. I picked up FANTASTIC FOUR Volume 1 (#527 - #532) by J. Michael Straczynski and THE AVENGERS: Disassembled (#500- 504 “Finale”) by Brian Michael Bendis.

When I started reading the FF, I realized I’d actually read a couple of these at some point because I remembered the whole arc where the child protective services woman comes and tells Sue Richards that maybe the life of the superhero parents isn’t all that great for raising kids, and that maybe Franklin and Val would be better off in a foster home. Of course, as they’re talking all sorts of crazy is happening at the Baxter Building. Again, it’s that kind of “real life” moment that I appreciate Straczynski for.

The larger story wasn’t as compelling for me, although Straczynski does try to explain one of the great mysteries of the FF universe – why did four people all bombarded by the SAME gamma rays end up with different powers? And why were these gamma rays so dang special anyway, since Earth is hit with gamma rays all the time?! (Oh, and he also tries to answer the BIG question of how did the universe start, but...) I’m not sure I bought his answer -- that the gamma rays were actually communication sent by an intelligent life form? And the power of Creation, ie, “The Word” of Reed Richards picked out personality traits that colored each person’s power? But, you know, it was a fine installment.

I’d been sort of on the look out for Bendis’ AVENGERS: DISASSEMBLED since I fist read about the aftermath in NEW AVENGERS: BREAKOUT.

If you don’t know the story, the short version is that the Scarlet Witch, a mutant whose powers are reality-altering “magic,” flips out. A pregnancy scare by Jan /“The Wasp” (who, apparently, was sleeping with Hawkeye at this point) triggers a memory for Wanda that involves some children she completely invented, literally out of thin air – because, you know, she married an android. He might be a lovin’ machine, but Vision ain’t no baby-makin’ machine.

Anyway, perhaps because the Avengers conspired to make her “forget” the whole baby incident, she decides it’s time for the worst to happen – she’s going to kill them, kill them all. Unbeknowst to the Avengers, crap starts happening. Tony Stark seems to have a drunken ramble at a UN meeting where he, among other things, insults the diplomat from Latvaria (Dr. Doom’s homeland). Some dead dude shows up as a human bomb and the mansion blows up. People die. Vision appears and launches a zillion Voltrons. The She-Hulk goes ape-sh*t. The Kree seem to invade --except SHIELD can’t pick them up on radar at all. More people die. Things are getting like crazy-insane. Even the Avengers have to admit that maybe this is more than just a really, REALLY bad day.

That’s when Dr. Strange’s astral form tells them that this has all been magic. (What? You were expecting a telegram?) Oh well, that’s great, everyone says, you can just wave a wand and fix it. Nope, he says, this is real. It was just caused by magic, special mutant magic... *cough*like Scarlet Witch’s*cough*

Everyone goes into full denial mode that all this could be caused by one of their own, and this leads to one of my favorite moments, where Spider-Man points out, as I did above, that, you know, she *did* marry a robot. How sane is that? Everyone stares at him like he just insulted their mother, and he mutters in a very Spider-Man way about how he’s sure people talk about the stupid things *he’s* done. It made me laugh. Actually, it made me poke Shawn in the ribs and read it to her. (Which she ALWAYS appreciates, I’m sure.)

Anyway, it reminded me that I like a lot of Bendis’ work. I just couldn’t cope with the Skrull invasion.

Yesterday we had a great time at Minihaha and I'll have a report on that, as well as comments on the new stuff we picked up today as part of our grand book adventure day!
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First, Mason and I had a lovely day today so far.  As you may have read here before, Mason is a bit of a music lover, but it's difficult for us to find venues that are kid-friendly.  We found a list of summer concerts in the park (there's one nearly every night, but most are past Mason's bed time.)  Some, by chance, are afternoon.  Today was one.  We went off to see the Capitol City Wind Ensemble play at Rice Park in downtown Saint Paul.  My only complaint was that they decided to point the trailer band shelter toward the Landmark Center and the central fountain, what that meant was that there was only hot concrete to sit on (or a ring of park benches with a view that mostly obscured the musicians.)  If they'd only faced the other way, we could have sat on the grass and in the shade.  Luckily, I'd brought a blanket so we sat under the sliver of shade the band shelter provided. 

Mason was so excited (or, in his words, "jazzed") to see a contra bassoon.  Unfortunately, they didn't have one.  They did, however, have a regular bassoon, which made Mason pretty darned happy.  There was much directing and hopping around.  The only problem was the heat.  We had to leave before the concert was over because we couldn't stand the temps.  Official temperatures were only 85, but I bet with the glare from the asphalt/concrete it was a hundred.  Plus, we both managed to get sunburned when we were at the beach last Friday, so it was probably just as well that we got out.  We bought a hot dog from a hot dog stand, just to complete the urban experience.

The crappy day was last Thursday.  It was just one of those days when, if I could stub my toe, not only did I, but all five of them, while knocking over a vase, you know?  I had a podcast that night, which I was looking forward to (details coming, though I think Shaun said it would be up on Wednesday of this week), but as I was taking some garbage out to the alley I came across a very injured starling.  Worse, it looked like our makeshift gate (just a piece of board to keep neighboring dogs from pooping in our backyard) may have fallen on it.  At first, I thought it was dead.  Flies had found it.  Then, it moved.  I have no doubt that the poor thing didn't have long for this world, but despite my various fishy adventures, I can't just throw something living away.  So, I had to get my garden gloves, paper towels and a shoe box and take the poor thing to the Wildlife Rehabilitation Center on Dale Street in Saint Paul.  Luckily, it's not a long drive, but, of course, I got lost.  I made it back to the house with a minute to spare.  Anyway, the podcast should appear at:  http://adventuresinscifipublishing.com/.

Oh, other quick news, Mason discovered the Fantastic Four  (or, as he says, "Four Fantastic") while we were shopping at Target on Saturday.  Marvel apparently now has what they're calling "all-ages" comics, which are meant for the younger reader.  The FF we picked up had four very short moralist stories in it that read a bit like classic SF from the 50s.  It was AWESOME.  I must have read it to Mason twelve times already and it's not getting old for either of us.  We're going to subscribe to it and two other "all-ages" titles: Avengers and Spider-Man.  Mason has been spending his free time running around the house shouting "Flame on!" and "I'm going super-nova!" just like I used to as a kid.  My work here is done.  I am raising the next generation of fan.

Hooray.
 
Oh, and there may be a "Free Mouse" tee-shirt on the way.  Could my life get any better?  (Well, yeah, I could have Tate's revisions finished and six new book deals, but let's not be greedy, shall we?)

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