Arthur! Comics! Aliens!

Camelot 3000 is my newest thing-to-read-while-avoiding-academics, which is a long name, yes, but the only adequate one.

(did i mention that i should be studying Beckett and Miller? I did? I didn't? Oh, well, what's it matter, any way? What truth is there, in that? erm. so, moving on.)

And I love it entirely. It is delicious, and I have a feeling I should dislike it, because, well, cracktastic, but it's Arthuriana, the canon is Alternate History. Also. look. 

( shiny cover art )

So, Arthur is awoken, and while Arthur is, thus, still Arthur, the others have been reincarnated, of whome Lancelot is a French businessman, and Guinevere is military.

( together, they fight space aliens! and possibly Morgan le Fay! )

 
(blond child off to the corner is blond-child-off-to-the-corner. he awakened Arthur by accident and is now getting dragged along. I'm choosing to mostly ignore him.)

I am so deeply gleeful, I cannot even

at me, too, someone is looking

if all the world’s a stage,

(and one must believe the Bard,

though he steal this line from a hoarding)

who’s watching us perform?

 

god, you say? or the gods?

but whose gods and which gods?

(and have they nothing better to do?

and who’s watching them?)

 

or are we all stuck in a rehearsal

(I have never played, but am told

That rehearsals are a needful evil)

laughing at each other’s flubbed lines?