(Feedback says that posting earlier in the day was well-received, plus I passed out last night without posting, so … seize the consciousness while it hovers I suppose.)
For absolutely no good reason at all my body decided it was going to become PLAGUE CENTRAL yesterday. Went to bed feeling fine, woke up around 2am feeling shitty, and every wake-up from that point on (and there were so very many) was worse. I spent all day yesterday under blankets and feeling miserable, and today hasn’t been much better. I dislike you, illness. Leave quickly.
As I shivered and cursed life, I finished Costume Quest. What an adorable little game. If you get the chance to pick it up on XBL (and probably PSN?), do so.
Wait, I forgot to follow up on the Gagarin broadcasts. Okay so we got to Amy and Scott’s around 8.30pm. The first pass was supposed to happen around 10pm, but it was only going to skirt nearby so we weren’t expecting much. Still, Scott had it all decked out. He had this huge but awesome antenna all set up on a tripod and pointed out the window, had out his radios and his other electronic blinky shit that I forgot to inquire about, his laptop on an applet that was monitoring the orbit of the International Space Station. It was all pretty exciting. There was something very Junior Science about it that was both delightful and endearing.
We killed time until the first pass, then listened in anticipatory silence. Nothing but a lot of static. Toward the end we thought we maybe heard something faint, but nothing concrete. Ahh well, we didn’t expect much out of that pass anyway. Setting alarms, we adjourned to Rock Band for an hour and a half until it was going to be nearly overhead. Our expectations were high.
Nothing. Just static and more static. No matter where the antenna was pointed, we got nothing.
Scott was feeling pretty bad, as though it was somehow his fault. Me though, despite my excitement to hear it, I was in good spirits. When I was in grade school I spent a week solid getting up at 1am to go outside and try to see Haley’s Comet and never got even the slightest glimpse. The effort can create as many meaningful memories as the results.
Then he poked his head into some forums and saw that we weren’t alone in our lack of results. People who could even see the ISS overhead weren’t able to hear anything. A little further digging turned up the answer:
The thing had run out of battery power at 8am that morning.
Scott felt his radio ga-ga was redeemed, and I figure we got a much funnier end to the story. The ISS trolled Earth hard, and I think that’s kinda hilarious.
Finally, touching in on Civil War, which I praise the lord and say hallelujah finished this afternoon. What an amazing waste of everybody’s time and effort to churn out 100+ parts to this thing. There were some tie-ins that made sense and I genuinely believe fleshed out the story: Captain America, Iron Man, Frontline. Then there were some that were quite periphery but added some layers, like Fantastic Four, Amazing Spider-Man, Punisher War Journal. Then there was the unbelievable drek, which would be oh like the other seventy-odd parts of this dumb thing. Cable & Deadpool, Black Panther, Moon Knight.
Whoever bundled this pack together shoved four consecutive issues of Moon Knight together as parts 83 to 86 – like there’s going to be a major Moon Knight-centric plot twist introduced toward the end of the third act – and they’re issues that don’t even bother to say “Civil War” on them. This is a crossover that’s voracious about including whatever it can under the banner, but even they can’t be bothered to pretend that Moon Knight has anything to do with this.
The story itself wasn’t bad I suppose, but I think it’s another example of my innate desire to be a completionist working against me. Dragging on for the past twenty years of my life (it has been that long, yeah?) tore any heart out of the story. Upon request, I’ll be culling the issues for Mike so he can read the storyline. I’ll be incredibly interested to see how he receives it.
Next for me, on my comic catchup? Back to the Legion of Super-Heroes I think. I’m so behind that I haven’t been willing to start reading the new issues until I catch up. I miss my Legion. Nothing like brightly-coloured space teens to drive out the taste of GRIMDARK.