I’m sitting here with a headache and scratchy throat. It’s not from anything fun, like screaming my head off at a concert (who knew the Boston Symphony Orchestra doesn’t take requests?) or pounding the vodka back at the club (the Garden Club here in Beverly is smoking-hot situation). I’ve been sorting out my library/guest room to get it ready for painting. I try to keep the house tidy, but even when the books are stacked two deep on the shelves, and there doesn’t seem to be any space left, dust insinuates itself and coats everything. And, in my efforts to cull the collection—culling books, how the hell are you supposed to do that?—I’ve rousted a few spiders. I hate spiders, Jock, I hate ‘em! So it’s been grim going, here at Casa Cameron.
Sigh. My office waits, when the library is done. That’s going to be even worse.
But…wait! A jewel amidst the rediscovered treasures! Even better than finding books I acquired but have not yet read, even better than conquering the dust and the spiders (okay, there was just one, but I swear there was another lurking nearby…waiting), waaaay better than a sense of accomplishment from cleaning…there was Ninja High School.
I used to collect comics. A lot of them. My then-boyfriend-now-husband got me hooked. I don’t know how we afforded them when we were so broke, but we did. It was a habit that followed me to college, to study abroad, to graduate school. I got friends hooked. I stopped making fun of people who watched soap operas because, basically, I was also addicted to serialized, improbable fiction. Most were Marvel (and, OMG, did you see Joe Quesada on Colbert last night?), many were indies, but none were more beloved by me than Ninja High School.
Created by Ben Dunn and put out by Eternity, the plot of NHS went down traditional paths. Jeremy is an ordinary sixteen-year old student at Quagmire High. An alien princess Asrial, also attends; she needs to marry Jeremy in order to secure Earth as part of the Salusian Empire. Another student, the ninja Ichi-Kun, must marry Jeremy in order to take over her clan. Conflicts arise and high-jinks of the intergalactic and ninja variety ensue, complete with humanoid skunks, lasers, sailor-girl uniforms, and shuriken. As you do.
NHS started off as a parody of American comics and Japanese manga, and then became its own thing (remember, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles started off as a parody, too, then became…something waaay else). It struck a note with me and I followed it faithfully until I stopped buying comics.
I stumbled upon NHS #15 yesterday, which wasn’t with the other comics because I’d pulled it (along with Lone Wolf and Cub #1) to show a friend. I haven’t read it in years.
I just re-read it.
Not bad. I want to go back and re-read them. I see why I liked the series. Girls mooning over frilly dresses and a nice boy; girls in battle-armor and ninja garb destroying everything. It takes the best parts of comic books (plot complexity, serial adventure, imagination) and gently makes fun of other conventions while still doing its own thing. And who can resist a line like “YOU SHALL FEEL THE WRATH OF A SALUSIAN OF IMPERIAL BIRTH UNLEASHED!”?
Cool! I love rediscovering old favorites have stood the test of time.
Crap! This means I have to clean the downstairs closet to find the rest of them.