As you probably know, the venerable Scott Pilgrim series is now over.
(If you are perplexed as to why this is transitioning into a mourning post since the movie and the video game are about to be released, get thee to Neighborhood Comic Shoppe. Buy each volume. Return when you are done. )
I am uncomfortably sad. Not because the sixth volume let me down, but because this is an end of an era.
The last six years of reading Scott Pilgrim have been monumental. The series had wild and unpredictable arcs that mirrored my own crazy years. I cycled through apartments, moved across state and country lines, fell in love a couple of times, and through all the ups and downs somehow still developed into a functional adult. The development of Scott’s character mirrors my own changes, probably because creator Bryan Lee O’Malley is the same age as I am. This may be a reach, but I feel like the maturation in art and tone and direction from O’Malley (and by extension, Scott Pilgrim) reflect the same journey of improvement and challenges that I have taken on. It’s as if we were all on this wild ride of our twenties together and we have all the missteps and bad decisions and weird lettering patterns to show for it. Now the ride is over.
I won’t even attempt to review volume 6. For one thing, it’s been reviewed all over the internet. But most importantly, I am not sure how critical I can be of the book. I will say this though – it was a lovely ending.
Of course I’ll see the movie and I’ll buy the video game. But honestly, there is nothing that means more to me than looking at my bookshelf to see my autographed and nowhere near mint condition copy of volume 1 that shows the wear that only six years of re-reads and loans and moves can make. It reminds me that there was a time when Bryan was so unknown that I ordered my copy directly from him (this makes me excited for my own future success). It reminds me of the person that got me into the series. It reminds me of all the friends that I have forced to read it.
Scott P. and I…well…we’ve been through a lot. It’s been a fun six years.



Boner List, August Edition
1. Project Runway, season 8.
Why, oh why, does this hot mess of a show draw me in every season? Historically, I swear and curse and facepalm my way through a season to declare that I WILL NEVER WASTE MY TIME AGAIN. And then months pass without Tim Gunn or Santino Rice wannabes (NO ONE works a soundbite like those men do), and I get sucked in again. Thus far, this season is a snorefest.
2. Pacific Science Center.
The last time I went to Seattle Center’s interactive Pacific Science Center, I was probably wearing my favorite purple Guess Jeans and those rad L.A. Gear with silver sparkles in the shoelaces. I probably harbored a crush on Kasey Gunderson (the first boy I danced with) and most certainly had a thing for Jordan Knight (NKOTB RULES!).
Only time will tell if my fashion sense has improved, but I had as much fun at the science center as a 31 year old that I did as a 12 year old. My nerdlove for science will never die. And who knew that exhibit curators have a sense of humor? The photo below was from the amazing Circus exhibit, where people could wiggle their sexy selves into a harness and walk a tight rope or long rope.
3. Plants.
Despite my brown-black thumb, I’m trying to grow green stuff in my apartment again. I’m not sure how successful I’ll be, but I’ve convinced myself that I am getting high from all the extra oxygen in my apartment. Plus, I’m pretty sure they love the new Scissor Sisters album as much as I do.
4. Reel Grrls.
I’m really excited to start my Design and Marketing internship with this group next month. The organization teaches young women how to shoot and edit their own films. It’s a perfect pairing of my political and creative ambitions, so wish me luck!
5. Lupin cherries from Broadway Farmers Market.
I could eat pounds of fresh cherries, especially when they come from Martin Family Orchards. Seriously, every varietal of cherry I have had from their stand has been mind-blowing.