I Put the "Me" In "Meme"

As a fully-deputized agent of the Internet, it is my duty to pounce on every single little meme that comes along, no matter how old and crusty it may be. So, without further ado, here's my 50 Things I Love About Comics (In No particular Order):

1. The Madman Of Snap City
2. Mutant street beatniks
3. The X-gene
4. Archaeologists Of the Strange
5. Ramona Flowers' Evil Ex-boyfriends
6. Street Angel
7. Batman: Year One
8. Paul Pope's inky lines
9. Nextwave: Agents Of H.A.T.E. versus evil broccoli men
10. M.O.D.O.K.
11. M.O.D.A.M.
12. When Buddy Baker looks out at you, the reader, in Animal Man
13. Art Adams drawing pretty much anything
14. That mansion on Greymalkin Lane
15. Doctor Strange's fingers
16. AIM's bee-keeper uniforms
17. Concrete in general
18. The Mount Everest story in particular
19. There's a 13-year-old in me that still thinks The Dark Knight Returns is the greatest piece of literature the Western world has ever produced.
20. Seaguy
21. Chubby Da Choona
22. The Mummy On the Moon
23. The Wasps Of Atlantis
24. The Fantastic Four
25. Particularly when they're going to Atlantis and Reed gives them this chewing gum that will help them to breathe underwater. Completely ludicrous, yet somehow genius.
26. The ever-lovin' blue eyed idol of millions, Benjamin Grimm. Even Pineapple Thing. Especially the Pineapple Thing.
27. Grant Morrison's love note to the Marvel U: Marvel Boy
28. X-Force/X-Statix
29. Doop!
30. The Orphan playing Russian Roulette every night before bed
31. That issue of Global Frequency where the people all think they've seen an angel and they all go crazy.
32. The fact that there is literally no limit to what can happen on a page.
33. Jordan Crane's The Clouds Above
34. Jay Stephens
35. Parademons
36. Celestials
37. Hellboy punching out a giant Nazi cyborg gorilla
38. Little Nemo
39. The Doom Patrol
40. The Brotherhood Of Dada
41. The existential horror lurking beneath every single panel of Peanuts.
42. Fake swearing symbols.
43. The Far Side. Seriously, it shaped me in ways I can't explain.
44. Bullets fired backward through time.
45. The Shadow King, even if he is sort of a lame Freddie Kreuger rip-off.
46. Those dumb Marvel "_____head" nicknames: Ol' Shellhead, Webhead, Hornhead, etc.
47. Jeff Smith's Bone
48. Nick Freaking Fury.
49. Alan Moore's Supreme: Best. Superman comics. Ever.
50. The Hulk's purple ripped pants. Seriously, purple?

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Things that are "the Cat's Pajamas":

* Vespas. I so need one of these.

* The new R.E.M. album, Accelerate as well as this week's A-OK! - I'm From Barcelona's Let Me Introduce My Friends. I have been rocking both with a singleminded determination bordering on psychosis.

* This lady is the Cat's Pajamas:

Fun, smart, creative and dang cute, too. Also, and you may not know this, she is a bona fide internet sensation. It's true, she is.

* Also, my newly upgraded Flickr Pro account, a gift from my lady. See above item.

* I ate like 25 Ikea meatballs last night.

* Did you know that Woody Allen's Zelig was originally supposed to be titled The Cats Pyjamas? Well, it was.

* Muxtape. Anybody else on there?

* This new Björk video.

* Battlestar Galactica season four tonight. Now if only I had seen season three yet.

* I know I've flagged his blog before, but Tony Carpenter's Scans, Images & Emphemera is Off. The. Hook. Go! Check it out!

* Tomorrow is Saturday. Best. Day. Ever. Am I right or am I right?

What do you guys think? What would yo uclassify unde rthe banner or "The Cat's Pajamas" right now? I must know!

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Today's word courtesy the indomitable Jason.

Things I Think Are Cool (In No Particular Order)

The song "Ghosts Of A Different Dream," from the Guided By Voices album Under the Bushes, Under the Stars.
Chocolate glazed Krispy Kreme donuts.
Comic books.
Books by Kurt Vonnegut.
Old t-shirts.
Doc Savage.
The Empire Strikes Back.
Typography.
Robins.
Love.
The cover to Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band.
The cover to Pet Sounds, as well as the entirety of that purely genius album.
The Pacific Ocean. It really is better than the Atlantic.
A good Bagel.
The sound of airplanes.
The smell of freshly cut grass and the smell of gasoline.
Robots, jetpacks and laserguns. And psychic powers. And wolfmen.
Atlantis.
Seaguy.
Polaroid cameras.
Christmas.
My new Chucks.
The Flaming Lips.
America, despite all her flaws and imperialistic snarls.
Family.
Truth.
Spirit.
Woody Allen in Take the Money And Run.
My few, true friends. You know who you are.
Laughing.
Watermelon.
Creamsicles.
Toys.
Music.
Inspiration.
Candace, Candace, Candace. Forever & ever, amen.
Boulder Dam which I will always refer to as Hoover Dam because I am old school and I like it like that. It looks especially beautiful on a summer night.
Sleeping.
Dreaming.
When I manage to not be a total meanie.
My little sis, Sadie.
The moon.
Martians.
Astronauts.
Fireworks.
Sparkle Power!
A cold glass of water.
Monarch butterflies.
Driving long distances with my lady at my side.
Trees.
Empty parking lots.
The song "Space Junk," by Devo.
My favorite band since I was like 14, Talking Heads.
When you can see your breath outside, but it's still just sweatshirt weather.
The idea of summer.
Forever long blog posts about nothing.
James freaking Brown.
The streetlights on Ballinger Drive, circa 1990.
Castlerocker, the blog.
Guitars.
Listening to live music.
The smell of the coffee aisle at the supermarket.
Luchadores.
Superheroes.
Kids who can skateboard.
People who smile.
Hugs.
Super Mario 3.
A new haircut.
The TV show Lost.
Pajamas.

The word, "Goodnight."