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One of the things that occupy me right now is reading webcomics. I know, I know, I should buy real comics. Except that I do not like comics that much, unlike my regard for books (I even expressed my non-preference for a Kindle, remember?). As most comic books are expensive, the accessibility of webcomics appealed to me.

Of the different webcomics out there, from wholesome to NSFWs, from dark to shallow and humorous, from tri-weekly serials to completed web editions, here are the top webcomics that I enjoy. Click on the image to go the websites, I’m too lazy to explain the synopsis of each. Sorry!

(^This was introduced to me by my friend and officemate Sharon. We both have trilobite pins now…parang yung pendant ni Agatha Clay, the Girl Genius. Get the link by mousing over the image; it will lead you to the very first webcomic strip in the series.)

(^They’re shallow and funny. Basta makukulit silang mga ninja na minsan may pagka-stupid yung iba. At the bottom of the website link, you will find the NEXT button, just in case you want to follow their (mis)adventures.)

(This was before McDreamy and McSteamy, hahaha! Hindi din naman sya katulad ni House. Pero mysterious sya so I like him. Eh ninja pa!)

(Like the Ninja Burger crew, they can be silly and makulit. Minsan nerdy terms but nakakarelate naman ako.)

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There are more out there. Google your heart out if you want to find them. Hayyyyy, doing this made me wish it’s September already so I can have my weekly dose of The Big Bang Theory.  Right now, I’m only into Warehouse 13 and Being Human (which, by the way, I believe you should try as well). I did dabble into Torchwood: Children of Earth, too but it’s too much mindf*ckery! It’s good though.

I feel like I was knocked out of this world for weeks.  Turned out it was only two agonizing days.  I did not have H1N1, contrary to rumors, and I will not even dignify it by a clarification.  All I know is I’m happy to be back.  I have not changed, unfortunately for my “success and determination gene” that was in action via my brain as I was waiting for my high fever to go away completely.

I’ve had time to think of a lot of things, including where I am now and what I plan to do with this “now”. Eh, when you’re cured, it’s very seldom that you totally change your outlook especially when your normally screwed up self has been happy with little moments.

I felt a little bad missing work since I have been riled up since Monday because of this momentum whose origin I cannot place. I wish it would still be there when I return on Monday. I missed this month’s Game Night, too. So, what has occupied me in the last 48 or so hours? Here are some of them.  Note that half of the time, I was feverish:

1. Before death snatches me away, I wish to read my almost-a-thousand books I laboriously (!!!) hoarded since I started receiving a paycheck. 
2. The reason my unread book pile was only gradually decreasing was my habit of starting a book and not finishing it.  I once told myself reading should not be something I am forced to do just because someone has read this book or that graphic novel already. It does not mean I will not return to those I started reading, I just need to regain the interest to go back and finish it. 
3. The reason above is also why my extensive bookmark collection does not look close to “extensive”. Well, they are serving their purpose, hopefully they’re happy inserted in between pages of lots of my books.
4. Jai Ho. My mother discovered she likes Jai Ho. Only now.
5. The West Wing.  When you are losing confidence in the quality of network television shows, watch any season of this show and it will restore your faith.  It’s compelling, stimulating, just awesome.
6. Only four people have sent me text messages in two days.  One of them was a reply from my boss acknowledging my request for days off.  The other three were from my office friends asking for updates about my condition.  One even inserted seeing man/boy in the lobby; I wasn’t surprised, she’s always been his biggest fan and I didn’t want to burst her bubble by saying something back, so I didn’t. Hahaha.
7. No, I wasn’t disappointed that I only got few text messages.  I was happy with what I got and besides, had it been too plenty, I doubt if I would respond to all. Hehe. Remember my twisted reaction to attention?
8. I developed a girl-crush on Kim Kardashian.
9. I should not be but the freak that I am is bothered by the person whom Lisa Edelstein is dating.
10. I tweeted about it and I’m going to repeat, when I forget why I get lusty over John Mayer, I just watch something like this, and it all comes back to me. Douchebag, douchebag, yeah yeah yeah, but I really really like him.
11. My geeky phase is not going anywhere.  Half the time I was in sickbay, I kept on thinking how much I was missing: my LJ friends, Twitter, FP updates (yes, yes), and Salon updates. No, no Facebook.
12. Abbey Bartlet, the fictional First Lady. I once said how I like watching people like them.  I am not hotwired to be a kind of “Super Woman” but I am always in awe of their kind. Maybe it’s the way the character was written, or it’s Stockard Channing, but I’ve not seen dead-pan so loving and composed.  If I can only be half as great as women like those fictional ones, I would be happy.  Here’s one of plenty calm and composed Abbey Bartlet scenes I love:

ABBEY [to Josh, then running the campaign team]: You can say it, you know. It’s not like I haven’t heard it before.
JOSH: Your husband’s a real son of a bitch, Mrs. Bartlet.
ABBEY: He doesn’t like being handled.
JOSH: Well, I think that if he looked around, he’d see that nobody’s handling him.
ABBEY: He’s not ready yet, Josh. He’s terrified (of being nominated to the Democrat primary).
JOSH: Well, is he going to be ready?
ABBEY: (smiles) You bet your ass he will. In the meantime, you want to kick something, kick me.

There.  Two signs I’m really feeling okay now: I’m still up at 2:45 in the morning and I blogged with almost 800 words. If they still don’t tell you I’m back, tell me what will.

What’s with all the heightened fuss on turning 40 among all other years in a person’s life?

I know many people who view forty as a new beginning, something to look forward to, a stage of liberation. I share the same sentiment.

Anyway, I mentioned it because my favorite Hugh Laurie once made a pact with his friends to kill themselves when they reach 40.  It didn’t happen of course and he in fact recently inched to being 50 years old last week!

One friend used to say he would die when he’s forty until he (metaphorically) hit his head on a pavement and changed in a creepy, ‘It’s like I don’t even know you anymore (in a hallucination Amber Volakis voice)‘ way.

Then last Sunday, I was reading Notes From The Underground by Fyodor Dostoyevsky and the unknown protagonist mused, “I am forty years old now, and you know forty years is a whole lifetime; you know it is extreme old age. To live longer than forty years is bad manners, is vulgar, immoral. Who does live beyond forty? Answer that, sincerely and honestly I will tell you who do: fools and worthless fellows.”

I still don’t know what’s with forty.  Nevertheless I am not cynical about it.  I still get scandalized by how fast time flies but turning forty doesn’t make me think of gloomy things.  If my fantasy blueprint would come to life, when I hit 40, I would be practicing law, my husband and I are still crazy about each other, our first-born is 8 years old, his sister is 4 and our youngest boy just turned a year old. What’s not to like?

I had to scrimp a little this year so because of the uncool points they garnered from what they did to me, I decided to let go of my Vanity Fair subscription for this cycle. The magazine is one of my guilty pleasures so a tiny part of me (begs the question, is there a tiny part of me? LOL) did not want the unsubscription; I thought of very interesting personalities and features gracing the issues I would miss. Then I found out that the very first issue I’ll miss will have Jessica Simpson on the cover. Hah. It’s the universe’s way of telling me, “Honey, you will never miss much!”

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I am still singing to Tamia’s ALMOST. My drama queen phase is not over yet (and it will never die, hahaha). I’m not thinking of myself and possibly man/boy anymore, no. House and Cuddy maybe. The angst-less kind, the type who cringe at a Huddy ever after. With great pain comes great satisfaction. Hm, that’s a good motto.

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