SALLY: oh my friggin god, I went to see Iron Man yesterday and IT WAS JUST -
FRIEND: ...ew, Iron Man?
FRIEND: I was going to see it, but - doesn't it strike you as a little...gay?
SALLY: ...
SALLY: ...
SALLY: Oh bitch - you did not just say what I think you said.

You know this movie has to be good if, instead of practicing around ten hours of piano a day for my upcoming piano exam (which is in less than a friggin month, and GOD my insanity knows no bounds), I'm writing a Possibly The Best Superhero Movie Of All Time recommendation for Iron Man: chart-topping epic blockbuster hit of the year, which managed to fulfill both the critics' need for excellent acting and the audience's lust for pure, unadulterated SHINY.

Tony Spark (played by Robart Downey Jr.) definitely isn't your typical modest heroboy, but through thick and thin (and all those blonde hos he picks up in Vegas) I can't imagine anyone better qualified for the role of the Iron Man. Unlike those alleged comedians who have their 'Ooooh' moments now and then, Tony Spark is actually genuinely witty - whether he's working on the suit in his basement (it's a lot more glamorous than it sounds, believe me) or in captivity, he's got a quipping tongue almost as sharp as his head.

Speaking of which, that man is BRILLIANT. You're sort of - skeptical at first, but as soon as he begins working on the makeshift prototype of the suit, his genius just washes over the entire audience. I was completely enamoured by his brainpower! Pepper is a rare woman indeed, for if I had been in her shoes, I honestly wouldn't've been able to hold back my lust (and Asian!envy) in the presence of such - and I quote directly from my other friend who went to see the movie with me - "raw sexuality".

And the suit in its final, polished glory made me smack my lips and go "Dayaam". And then my friend turned to shoot me a sad look, knowing she had lost me to the flash and glamour of Iron Man forever.

Seriously, though. If you had to choose between all the '08 movies to see, Iron Man's your best bet for a good time. And you know I wouldn't be writing this tl;dr, meandering rec if I didn't have a - pardon the corny quip - TOTALLY AWESOME TIME!@#!@##!

A quick recap of why SALLY IS IN SO MUCH DEEP SHIT RIGHT NOW:

• PIANO EXAM IN 101 DAYS. That's less than 3 months for me to even begin memorizing my songs, let alone honing my technical/ear test skills. And, you know, since I'm no Grace Kelly under pressure, I decided to conveniently start a brat!fight with my dad. Here's the abridged version:
  
  SALLY (sprawled over a deskful of notes, half-asleep): Oh wah, wah, I am so screwed.
  DAD: ...It's 3 in the morning and you're still on msn. I have no sympathy, none at all.
  SALLY: It's all your fault for making me switch piano teachers two years ago!
  DAD: excuse me, what.
  DAD: You play about 15 minutes of piano a week, and now - you not knowing any of your 5 repertoire songs by heart is somehow my fault? (guffaws)
  SALLY: ...It's not kind to laugh at a daughter when she's down.
  SALLY: not kind at all.
  
  
• Science & French exam in TWO FUCKING DAYS. (I also have an ENG exam, but nobody gives a shit about ENG. Our teacher's the friggin easiest marker ever, hands down. And he looks like a mutt.)
  
  
• History 2 (originally History 4) theory exam in less than two months. ...sdfksop IMMA DIE NOW KTHX KSDFPSDSDFOSDSDF SDF!@# cue moar keybashing

You are late-sleepy relaxation, the half-awake moment when you realize it's morning, but you don't have to get up, because there's no place you have to be. You are that cozy spot under the covers where everything feels temporarily perfect, even if you know you'll eventually have to wiggle out and start the day.

Maybe you're the artistic type, who doesn't function well on a normal schedule. Sleep's important to you, and you like the freedom of sleeping as late as you want (especially since that is closely related to the freedom to stay up as late as you want). You like to roll out of bed, put on some comfy clothes, and get a laid back start to the day. If not everything on your list gets accomplished, no worries. Your only priority is having no priorities – you just want to take things at a slow, mellow pace.

Ganked from smokexscribbles.

...Guys, remember my somewhat-sleek Nokia 6300b?

Uh, yeah. It's broken. Trashed. Literally BENT IN FUCKING TWO.

Oh, wonderful world of webcomics, you've been with us for so long. From the early years of fangirling over bleedman's work to the bitter, present-day bickering over how the 'younger generation' doesn't quite get webcomics right, you've braved through our hurricanes of incoherence and stuck by our side. Some days you bored us with your redundant humour, some days you tore through our seasoned, critiquing exteriors with genuine Kickassage, and throughout it all - not once did you ask for anything in return.

(Probably because we fail at webcomiccing, but, you know, we can't take hints, SO HEED THIS:)

We're starting a Webcomic Project, presently titled Gentlemen Prefer Blonds (although I imagine it'll grow old quick and we'll have to come up with a new name). It started with a half-drunken toss of ideas:

SALLY: yo
ANGEL: yeah
SALLY: Wanna do a comic?
ANGEL: yeah
SALLY: Like, not one of those one-strip comics.
SALLY: A real comic
SALLY: comic comic
SALLY: manga-comic (except, you know, let's not put too much effort into it)
ANGEL: I WAS JUST THINKING THAT :D
SALLY: !!!
SALLY: ESP
ANGEL: ESP

...and it kind of just branched off from there.