OK. I would make a deal with Fay that I would do that if she gets Homicide, but it might be harder from where she is now.

Homicide's in my Netflix queue. It'll come soon after I get back to school and re-start the queue. Does that count as a deal?

I guess that counts...I'm pimping. I probably can't be picky. :)

Seeing as I avoid crime shows, normally, it's entirely your pimping that has me checking it out. So you won a convert. Now go read Sandman. Get.

(Individually, your words make sense, but together the phrase "avoid crime shows" makes no sense. But I'm callous and strange.) But Homicide really is the best and most character-driven and you don't see the violence.(Is that the problem? Or is it a black and white approach to justice...which Homicide does not have either, for the most part.) Maybe in "Colors" but it sucks. And is in season 3, so hopefully you'll like everyone already before you see it. And I've not read a comic book in...fifteen years. But Buffista Sandman love makes me want to.

Sandman is the most literary of comics. At least that I've read. And definitely the most literary of DC/Marvel world. At least that I've read.

I don't like crime shows because, umm... I don't. I don't like crime. I don't care about cops, or lawyers, or criminals. I like vampire slayers, and crazy people, and dead folks.

See, I love Gaiman with a deep deep passion, but not Sandman. Because I don't like comics much. They do nothing for me, literary or otherwise.

And now Plei will disown me, or would if she didn't already know that I'm comics-challenged.

I'm your opposite, Deb -- I don't find Gaiman's actual books all that compelling, but I adore Sandman. And I'm not even a comics person; it just strikes a chord with me.

And Fay, verrah nice fic. The concept and the POV were both great. It doesn't surprise me that you write Delirium well, given how nicely you do Drusilla.

Heh. Lyra, my friend Eli tried the best possible way to get me into Sandman: she has a signed first edition of one of them, and said here, try this.

Pretty, pretty pictures. Pretty pretty TINY little words (as in, lettering so small my eyes watered trying to focus). I should maybe try it again, now that I have reading glasses, but I genuinely don't feel a pull towards the whole deal. I don't much like illustrated novels much, either.

Mostly, I guess I live in the "one word is worth about ten thousand pictures" neighbourhood. The two together tend to distract my tiny little mind.

I used to read them a lot, but stopped in my teens somewhere.