baby, where have you been all my life?

I was, for reasons that were obviously INSANE, resisting picking up Garth Ennis' Preacher. But today I broke down and picked up Gone to Texas - I've found my comic book soul mate. When Custer tells Sheriff Root to fuck himself? Oh, oh I'm still laughing. *wheeze* When I get my paycheck - Thursday has never seemed so far away - I'm going back for more.

Another bit of wondrous fannish news is that I also finally - finally - picked up Peter Jackson's Dead Alive, which I'm going to watch at least three times before I go to work tomorrow. I have such fond memories of this movie. When the mother's ear falls off and she eats it? Oh!

This, by the way, is me squeeing. *SQUEE*

Now for the obligatory post-ep House ramble. Actual analysis to follow. Later. Maybe. ( spoilers for 'Heavy' )