Daily Archives: March 15, 2015
How I Woke Up Sunday, March 15th, 2015 -OR- I HATE THIS WINTER
I had to evacuate my building in the middle of a snow storm. Carbon monoxide build-up. It’s okay, though. They found the cause and dealt with it, and we’ve all re-entered the building. But MAN, that sucked, especially since a lot of people in this building had slept in, as is our custom on Sundays, and so we were just getting up when the alarm went off, so we had to evac in our PJs…IN THE SNOW. And that’s all what DID happen, whereas what COULD have happened is SO much worse.
Now, before you say “Well Jyger, don’t you think it’s a tad irrational to bear hatred toward a season and weather?”, I would like to point something out: I was just looking at the snow banks around my building the day before yesterday and thinking to myself how much smaller they looked compared to only a few days prior. Then THIS happened. This winter has become self-aware and does not want to end. Ergo, I feel zero irrationality toward feeling hate toward this winter.
With that said, even without the snow, it was horrible. Before I knew about the CO, and all I knew was that the fire alarm was going off and we had to evacuate, all I could think of is “Oh God. I could lose EVERYTHING in this place.” Now, I know that most people would be concerned with their lives, but the thing is, I wouldn’t really say that I’m all that scared of dying in a fire, since I know what to do in case of fire. And fire departments in this city are normally rather quick to respond to emergencies, so I’m not worried about that either. Rather, I’m just scared of the damage fire can do, and there’s so much that I’ve accumulated over the years, some of which may or may not be replaceable, but nonetheless carry sentimental value. And the idea that it could all be gone in a flash scares me sometimes. I know that’s silly, but that’s just how I am.
I should probably take this time to thank the people in the building next to ours, including my cousin Amanda, who gave us somewhere to stay while this was sorted out, who, for the record, had to deal with something similar not that long ago. Sure, it only took about 45 minutes for us to get the signal that we could return to our homes, but they didn’t know that. They just knew a building full of people, with a lot of kids that were scared and hyperactive, needed a place to stay and opened their doors to us. So, again, thank you for that. It’s always comforting to know that there will be people waiting with helping hands when the worst should occur.
Anyway, that’s my morning. Never a dull moment, I guess. lol Ja né!
Ms. Marvel, #13: A Comic Book Review
Look, I know I was tough on Ms. Marvel last month. It was a so-so issue, a fact that surprised me greatly considering it guest starred the Norse god of trickery. The thing is, even then I wasn’t worried that it was some sort of herald of less-great things to come, and the latest installment of Kamala Khan’s adventures is one of the best yet.
Everything that was missing from the Valentine’s issue is present here. Inhumans? Check. Genuine hero vs. villain throwdowns? Check. An exploration of the life hyphenated-American youth live, AKA the cornerstone of immigrant literature? Ch-ch-ch-check.
That last point is what truly made me love this comic, because the rest of the Khans get some quality pagetime after being out of the spotlight for so long. Take the following panel-
It takes place after we see Kamala training in the Inhuman version of the X-Men’s Danger Room, and while seeing Medusa worry about her subject [she…
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