Beyond Selidor

I think I might just throw up my hands, admit defeat, and buy Sandman. And possibly some other Neil Gaiman books. I really have no self-control. On the plus side, however, it would mean going for a nice walk in the sunshine to the mini Forbidden Planet (because I support specialist book shops rather than the big chain stores which sell coffee table books, airport novels, and a pathetic selection of 'genre fiction, subsidised by mediocre coffee chain stores). Since all I've been doing since Skyping with Mum this morning has been hitting refresh on my email inbox and my LJ friends' page for Watchmen-related posts, I think it's time to get out of the house.

EDIT: When I start listening to '90s hi nrg music non-ironically, it's REALLY time to get out of the house.