Five minutes to cupcake
I realise things may have gotten a bit WATCHMEN-centric around here of late. Well my friends (in the non-McCain sense of ‘my friends’), get used to it.
Before you hurl forth a volley of abuse as regards the fact that the company with whom I enjoy gainful employment is a film marketing agency, and that I am exploiting this humble outlet as a medium through why to ply my occasionally worthwhile but predominantly wanton trade, I urge you to consider the following facts:
- I wrote my university dissertation on Watchmen. It was full of glorious technicolour plates from the graphic novel, as a result of which (a) I had to borrow the money to print the single copy I was then required to submit on the understanding that it would never be returned to me, and (b) the file was so enormous they deleted it off the University library computer system at the earliest opportunity.
- The first password I ever used for anything internet-related was ‘watchmen’. I still use it for things where no real security is actually required. Like my online banking.
- If either of our daughters had been boys, I would have pushed long and hard to name one of the Rorschach. However, given that I can’t even get a name as orthodox as Orson past the censors (i.e. my wife), I don’t rate my chances.
- Several years ago I attempted to buy the original twelve editions of Watchmen on Ebay. At the time it surprised me that somebody in Malaysia should want to sell all twelve for as little as $120 USD. They are yet to arrive. (Co-incidentally, shortly afterwards somebody stole the rest of my money via my online banking.)
- I LOVE Watchmen. It is undoubtedly the greatest comic ever written, exemplifying the idea that popular culture can be both intelliegent and accessible, and exhibiting the kind of imaginative energy and intellectual curiosity that has the ability to bring colour to the panels of our otherwise monochromatic lives.
So, boring I may be, but a media whore I am not. Not on this count, anyway. When I come your way pimping a widget for the next Wayans Brothers movie, then you can call me a toilet trader. And then you’ll be right.
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