Hipsters and Lions oh my...

It's 330 AM. I 'm laying in bed. Was about to go to sleep but felt the need to start my first blog early. Is anyone else sick to death of hipsters? I am. In Seattle you can't turn a corner anymore without seeing someone wearing a scarf in 80 degree weather (well not now, but in the summer), skinny jeans, and a stupid, possibly ironic Tshirt. Members only jackets. Giant plastic sunglasses. People who spend thousands of dollars to look like an extra from Back to the future. Part II. The one with the eighties version of the future.
I guess really I'm just sick of labels altogether. The hardcore kids are just as bad. Flannel shirts, covering shirts of bands that are cool, because you've never heard of them. Usually because they're terrible and lack even basic skill when it comes to playing an instrument. Keeping the straight edge movement alive because It's totally awesome to lump yourself into a group based on what you DON'T do.
All I'm saying is like what you like, but don't narrow your view by proclaiming yourself to be this or that. wear what you want to wear, but don't try to look rediculous just because you're surrounded by people who look like they belong in the circus.
We all go through phases. I went through some terrible ones. there was a time in my early 20's (raves were on the upswing) when I thought it was a good idea to have bleached white hair. I have brown skin, and black hair. Not a good idea. But I grew up. and got over it. Because it was awful. Every time i see a guy in his thirties, presumably jobless, shaved head, proudly proclaiming every two minutes that he's straight edge, I want to punch him in the face.

Don't be any one person. Do everything. See everything. Be everything. It makes life a hell of a lot more interesting.

Man I'm tired. That's probably the most disjointed rant I've ever embarked upon. Ok. not true. but I swear they make more sense when I write them during the day. I better do a review before I start talking about how the hot topic kids and abercrombie folk are all buying theyre costumes from the same company.

Pride of Bagdhad

Written by: Brian K. Vaghn with art by Niko Henrichon

I just read this book for the second time, and damn it is powerful. It starts with a bit of truth. During the U.S. led invasion of Bagddhad in 2003, a zoo was hit by a bomb, and several animals were freed. That's basically where the truth ends, and the drama begins. The story is about a Pride of lions, some who were captured, and some born in captivity, trying to make their way home through the chaos of a human war.
It's filled with political allegory, but not so much that it takes over the story. you care about the characters because they just want to be free. The leader of the pride is Zill, an alpha male who loves the other lions, and tries to get them safely through the streets and out to the desert. In opposition is Safa, his former mate, now old and scarred, who is comfortable in the zoo, remembering the challenge of trying to make it out in the world. Raising the question of whether it's better to suffer free, or have the comfort of captivity. Then there is Zoor and Ali, another lioness (and Zill's current mate) and her cub born in captivity. She's a broken woman who sees the situation as her way out. because anything is better than being cared for. Stuck. She believes whatever is out there, it has to be better. There are encounters with soldiers, and bears, and flashbacks to their life before the zoo. I'd say more, but I really don't want to give away too much.
I'll just say that if you don't read comics, or graphic novels, this one is a great jumping on point if you like sad stories. I've given it as a gift three times, and two of the girls I gave it to cried after reading it. It's a self contained story, and you dont have to go to the comic store to get it. Check it out at Barnes and Noble, Borders, or just Wiki it. trust me its worth it.

The sentences are all running together in my head, so it's time for sleep. 430 AM. Callin it quits.

Quantum